all original music belongs to jay jay pistolet (justin hayward young)
you're a vintage red, beef well fed.
you're the tuscan sun, you're the only one.
all i really want, you see, is to know you through to some degree.
you're the mountain air, all things fair.
you are portefino, san marino, monte carlo, grand casino.
all i really want, you know, is to know you through and take it slow for a while.
you are everything to me, the last decree, the guarantee.
i would go back underground if ever you were not around.
you're a cashmere sweater, handwritten letter.
you are blonde on blonde but a whole lot better.
and all i really want from you, is a little time where time is due.
you're a damn good read, i think we're all agreed
that there is not a word in any verse that you do not exceed.
so all i think there's left to say, is you ain't half bad; hell, you're okay to me.
you are everything to me, the last decree, the guarantee.
i would go back underground if ever you were not around.
you are everything to me, the last decree, the guarantee.
i would go back underground if ever you were not around.
credits
from intimate,
released November 12, 2014
all original music belongs to jay jay pistolet (justin hayward young)
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