Big Idea - Intellectual

You kiss and tell me baby, you could be my savior

When you know you’re just my, my next-door neighbor

And tho I like your hairstyle and your magic smile

Well, I’m not too sure if I’m falling for

Your big idea

You want to carry my torture, you want to wear my sin

You’ll give me your fortune when your bus comes in

And tho I find your coffee satisfactory

Well, I’m not too sure if I’m falling for

Your big idea

Now you’re staring at me like I’m your barbeque

I think your eyes just bit off more than your heart can chew

You’ve got your legs wrapped all around the world

You and your big idea

Your big idea

And now your mouth is silent but your hands are speaking

I think I get the message, I think the flesh is weakening

And now I got the feeling that I should be leaving

But I can’t go home, I got my own

Big idea

What’s the big idea?

I got my own big idea