Text: Betchadupa. Aiming For Your Head.

I heard you speak to me
the words I can't repeat
The seat beside the tree
I hope you're there tonight

Aiming for your head, get down
You're the only one around
You're the only one in town

Just like the record store

that I can't go no more
there's too much choice and not enough time
to find what's mine

Aiming for your, get down
You're the only one around
You're the only one in town