stuck on fucking you

Got no plans, got no clothes
Got no piano, we got no shows
No, I got nothing to do
But to be stuck on you

Got no flights outta here
Got no TV shows until next year
No, I got nothing to do but to be stuck on you

Baby, you’re my liquor
I’m addicted to you
So I’ll just be stuck on, stuck on fucking you
Stuck on fucking you

I don’t ever want just another boy or a girl
Baby you and I, baby you and I could change the world
I don’t ever want just another boy or a girl to love
I’m stuck, stuck on you

Got all night, no cameras
We've got no champagne but we've got drugs
No, I've got nothing to do
But to be stuck on you

Purple sheets, cymbal clock
Gonna spend my time rocking on top
Yea, I got nothing to do
But to be stuck on you

Baby you’re my Johnny Walker, baby it’s true
So I’ll just be stuck on, stuck on fucking you
Stuck on fucking you

I don’t ever want just another boy or a girl
Cause baby you and I, baby you and I could change the world
I don’t ever want just another boy or a girl to love
I’m stuck, stuck on you

Got no plans, got no flights
Out of here, no t.v. shows
But we got mice in the kitchens
So we don’t care cause we’re in love

You’re in the shower, I meet you there
I buy you some hippie shit from the Deli downstairs
Lovin on my man’s space, so good

Don’t forget me baby
Don’t forget me when I leave and go outdoor
Cause I know your laugh will be a sore
You’ll be on stuck fucking this hooker/whore
This hooker, who who

Got no nothing, you’re in the next room
You fell asleep on my .. bed
But me and Fernando and Paul will just spend the day of making music
But I missed you

The fridge is broken but drinking warm champagne
But we don’t care cause we’ll in Minnesota
And we sold our show again