Vanilla Curls - Intellectual

[Intro]

I could drown myself in metaphor

I could crown your head and catch the floor

Lookin' up at a yellow girl

She won't cut me free of her Vanilla Curls

I'm tied up in her shy and fair-haired fairy prison

I thought that I was high, but I had barely risen

Equipped with private eyes, her stare declared me missing

Tried to talk myself out of it, but I never listen

Two pairs of bare feet sneak out bearing secret care, scared to make a scene, but can't bare to let it be

One stairwell love affair pairs well with twenty beers

Can you carry my care dear?

What will it take?

Was this a Mistake?

I'm paying the price

For those velvet eyes

In a minute she already put my feelings in their place

I hate vegetables, but I'd put that stringbean on my plate

She caught me by the ear and left me lying here in writhing fear

If I get any deeper, I might need diving gear

Instant kindred inhibition, a kiss then distance

It isn't over, let's call it: