i can't believe it's not body butter Lyrics

the delicate elegance
genetically angelic, psychedelic
this intelligence, it's obvious, no sunray's stopping us
'til my skeleton is welcomed in, the runways to a hell i might be melted in
it's almost like cosmos osmosis
deep in her eyes, i've lost focus
the cold heart and frosted roses

with her white gown, we lied down
after a bottle of chardonnay, and merlot, its not hard to say, i got her low

the glorious euphoria
with a spirit in perfect symmetry
our bodies are aqueous, with our shadow stalking us
puddles of a chateau's hardwood floor, show me what my heart's good for
without the grace she's given me
i wouldn't ever see this epiphany
in the pit of me is loves epitome

with her white gown, we lied down
after a bottle of chardonnay, and merlot, its not hard to say, i got her low
she gets so high, it's therapeutic
so beautiful, i'm goin' to loose it

phenomonal anomoly
she has the voice of a symphony
like she is my lsd, we share this telekinetic electricity
so everytime we feel felicity, her voice has that sympathy to elicit it in me
and i can tune into her frequently
there's no static on our frequency
i don't know what she sees in me