The present is so unsatisfying

I wish I was materialistic

Excited for the future unfolding

Thank God I'm not realistic

Heels over head in the bedroom

You smell so good, don't need perfume

I'm a tulip, you're the spring bloom

I'd be a fool not to love you

Headed down, I see green lights

Block after block, nearly sunrise

Rolling my way through stop signs

Pinned down by jealous minds

Heels over head in the bedroom

You smell so good, don't need perfume

I'm a tulip, you're the spring bloom

I'd be a fool not to love you

Yeah, don't ever change

Stay the same, stay the same

That's the last thing I said

To you