Van Gogh

[Verse 1]
I had a dream that I was Van Gogh
Living like a vandal
In my tiny castle
I painted portraits of a morning
Coffee with my Lord
He's still missing his girl Mary

[Chorus]
Oh, we're talking dirty now
I like it when we move like that
Oh, we're shaping little lies
On the tips of our tongues
Where you at?
Where you at?

[Verse 2]
She fancied herself a Rimbaud
Coming out that swamp slow
Her head up in the cosmos
She's got them absinthe eyes I told you
She's trying to break that mold, fool
I need a little strange fruit

[Chorus]
Oh, we're talking dirty now
I like it when we move like that
Oh, we're shaping little lies
On the tips of our tongues
Where you at?
Where you at?

[Bridge]
Ooh, where you at?
Ooh, where you at?
Ooh, where you at?
Ooh, where you at?

[Verse 3]
I drink the blues with my bourbon
Jimmy Reed's a sermon
"Little Rain" a-thundering
I stood up and started singing
I got all this feeling
I'm swinging from the ceiling