Rooster

She is standing in the window
The sun has not yet hit the sky
You look at me just like the '80s
And your lips are just like apple pie

(Oooooooooo, Ooooooooo)

It feels like naked we are holy
Your body swaying like a tree
There's room for us to be open
Your sunlight playing with my leaves

(Oooooooooo, Ooooooooo)
(Ooooooo haaa-aaah, Ooooooo haaa-aaah)

You are ageless speaking gut talk
The night dark, calms your eyes
Golden heart singing like a rooster
Now lick the lips then part the skies

(Oooooooooo, Ooooooooo)
(Ooooooo haaa-aaah, Ooooooo haaa-aaah)