Lady Lamb
Green Grapes
Snuck us out for a cigarette reunion in the parking lot
Your perfume swimmin’ in my head
So many things i thought to say
I opened my mouth and none escaped except
Don’t let go yet

Don’t let go yet
Don’t let go yet
Don’t let go yet
Don’t let go

Taste of green grapes
Along the inside of my cheeks
The taste of green grapes
Still lingers from last new year’s eve
Last new year’s eve

Smoke from my cigarette
Your perfume swimmin’ in my head
Smoke from my cigarette
Your perfume swimmin’ in my head