Lyrics Frankie Cosmos – tripped up
Text:
I get all tripped up
Thinking that I am clear
You are an angel
Seashell for an ear
I am a traveler
Circling the world
You are a journal
With a million words
I love darwin
I love aran
My love isnt
My love
I write a million books 4 u
I write a thousand songs 4 u
I write a book I write a book now
Hot coffee makes me tired
Your love is a liar
Jonah in a purple sweater
Boston is perfect weather
Circling the world
You are a journal
With a million words
I love darwin
I love aran
My love isnt
My love
I write a million books 4 u
I write a thousand songs 4 u
I write a book I write a book now
Hot coffee makes me tired
Your love is a liar
Jonah in a purple sweater
Boston is perfect weather
