Intuition you lack, baby, no one has it all You can always go south and compensate Their companion with my canyon and them gravel roads

 

As a matter of fact I always get it right Is it south or north, I levitate For my pleasure I can measure your woods and oceans

 

Bottles on the road made her scream Ain't no goddess wild enough to be My gal misdeed Oh, yes indeed

 

If i had a hammer I'd hammer in the morning I would hammer in the evening, to compensate Lack of bussiness tell me is this gonna drive me mad

 

Bottles on the road made her scream Ain't no goddess wise enough to be My gal misdeed Oh, yes indeed

 

Come, don't hesitate, burn and levitate