Lirik Lagu Quixoticelixer ~ Red Hot Chili Peppers

Kick back a little just to watch and see

Getting sicker by the minute with debauchery

Whatever your pleasure I'm your punk

On the brink of sinking baby, but not yet sunk

How I listened, low when you told me

That I was all you had to hold

I wish it were so when you told me

That you were solid gold

Gravity-free is she, look at her

Highness on a mattress full of anti-matter

You never left a very mellow impression

Your Smell or your go to hell expression

Quixoticelixer might

But it probably will not fix your bite

Tell me now, tell me how

Did I get your lipstick on my kite

I love this weather

(Come back, come back, hey la la)

It's a perfect storm

Just keep it coming

(Come back, come back, hey la la)

In its perfect form

I love this weather

(Come back, come back, hey la la)

Cause it keeps me warm

Just keep it coming

(Come back)

In its perfect form

Everyday depression in a beautiful dress

Oh lady made a beautiful mess I guess

Dedicated mind in a medicated state

Is a highly overrated fate

Terrible is a soul

When she told me that there is such a thing

Do you know that you glow when you go

From winter in to spring

I love this weather

It's the perfect storm

Just keep it coming

In its perfect form

I love this weather

Cause it keeps me warm

Just keep it coming

In its perfect form

The madder the boy, the sadder the song

That's a wicked fate but the sick gets strong

Mad boy, sad song

A wicked fate, but the sick gets strong

Nobody's right and everyone's wrong

I refuse to punt on fourth and long

Mad boy, sad song

Wicked fate but the sick gets

Kick back a little just to watch and see

Getting sicker by the minute with debauchery

Whatever your pleasure I'm your punk

On the brink of sinking baby, but not yet sunk

How I listened, low when you told me

That I was all you had to hold

I wish it was so when you told me

That you were solid gold

I swear to god I could not hurt you

I've got to be inside your virtue

I can't contain my urge to search you

I stand before you there's no curfew

I long to be inside your virtue

My heart is swollen when I search you

I swear to god I could not hurt you

My heart is swollen when I search you

I swear to god I could not hurt you

I swear to god I could not hurt you

I've got to be inside your virtue

I can't contain my urge to search you