I could write song for every tooth in that grin
And I’ll sing you lullabies at every Holiday Inn
And when you’re mad I’ll let you kick my amp
Cause you’re my lady and I’m your tramp
From New York to LA I’ll let you sleep top bunk
And I’ll be laughing at how quickly you get drunk
When hung over you can borrow my ear plugs
Cause I’m your addict and you’re my drug
Every Sunday I’ll make you waffles and French toast
And dump syrup on them till their soggy and gross
I listened when you said you loved them sweet
Cause you’re my VIP
I’ll spend a whole night explaining my tattoos
And then let you pick where you want the one of you
But promise you’ll hold my hand if it hurts
Cause I’m your band and you’re my concert
How was I to know you’d turn out to be a crook
You stole my heart, my sanity, my every thought, I mean I could write a book
But still, your smile heals them piece by piece
Cause you’re my beauty and I’m your beast
Do you think I could kiss you just ‘cause you do something cute
Though I doubt I’d ever pull away to tell you the truth
And I was wondering if you’d like to go out with me
Because you’re my VIP
The band's latest project includes twenty-eight new short songs that clock-in at no longer than just under three minutes. Bandcamp New & Notable May 15, 2020