rich hands (pumpkin lover) - porches lyrics
so, pumpkin lover
winter creeps
i cannot seem to find you anywhere my palms seem to land
and those rich jade and golden*red polish hands
while the women bundle up
but they don’t seem fit
oh i’m certain they are
kindly would love me
and treat me nice
but i don’t wanna hold their hand
and i don’t want them in the bed
i don’t want them in their beds
i just want my best friend
so, call me sick
but what’s a boy supposed to do when he’s thick*headed
and he only dreams in green
and red
and i want to hold your hand
and i want you in the bed
and i want you in my bed
i just want my best friend
call your papa on the phone
like father like son like dog like bone
i don’t know if i’ll leave this home
call your papa on the phone
like father like son like dog like bone
i don’t know if i’ll leave this home
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