Waking Hour (Feat. Mariami)

Watsky

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    In the waking hour I see your face
    In the waking hour I feel your (oh)
    In the waking hour feel my body race
    In the waking hour
    Baby I see that the game is unspoken so if you play with me
    I don't need nothing broken
    I've got patience you see
    And I don't mean to preach that's it's a man's world baby
    But a woman will teach you to believe

    You're in the bed in that pretty little thong
    With a ribbon on it, when I said to pick a song
    You had a feeling for some healing with that marvin gaye
    Begins with "let's," ends with "get it on"
    I get it. You're ready to fuck
    And it's time for me to let it erupt
    But. I got a confession to make
    When I get nervous
    I can never get it up
    I gotta get it together, I better meditate
    I want to set it straight
    I gotta separate the passion I had
    From the fear that came
    Alone I get a boner when I hear your name
    But when I'm near the game, I veer to shame
    Clearly, my dear it appears the same
    Severely lame!
    My genitals' flustered
    Make a last stand like general custer!
    I'd take a cluster fuck or a just some animal lust
    I know you're looking for a man who can thrust
    (Trust) I was in the sack with a faster women than danica patrick
    When I had a panic attack
    I can never fake it, I make another mistake
    And I'm aching and so I pray to the have the pastor take
    An erection collection and pass the plate
    But no one donated, so I had to masturbate
    I know the girls want it
    I'm close, and if it grows I can put a condom on it
    Her moan is onomatopoetic,
    I groan. Because my bone is gone as soon as get it
    Got a risky trick, for frisky chicks
    Have a drink, then blame it on whiskey dick
    Wait a couple hours, I'll be horny good
    And can wake up with a little bit of morningwood

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    I know that many men are waiting
    To be penetrating
    You think I'm panting
    But I'm hyperventilating
    I would get to mating but I'm so damn nervous
    I called my dick, but I can't get service
    The worst is I'm a pervert- I want you
    I'd make harness from your tan brassiere
    Last night I had a fantasy
    We're banging hanging from the ceiling like a chandelier
    Slip into your chimney singing "santa's here!"
    But it's a grand veneer
    Damn, it's enough to bring a man to tears
    With a hand on my gear
    But a strand full of blanks in my bandoleer
    There are times when I wish it away
    There are nights when I wish I was gay
    It'd be quicker- I go to theater school
    Shit I figure I could stick it to pick of the litter
    Man I'm sick of it
    Want to stick a dick in it, lick a tit
    Get some cliterature, for the illiterate!
    Hit it in the middle of the night
    In the waking hour
    When I take a shower, we can strip
    Luckily I studied up on being cuddle buddy
    Would rather have sucker who fronts?
    Fucking you once, making ugly grunts?
    I'll be casanova (in a couple of months)
    I'm making you mine
    Maybe later for the sake of taking our time
    Tonight we can lie naked
    If you don't mind waiting
    Give it like five dates and I'll have your thighs shaking
    I get her in bed and then we're attending a seminar on a bit of sex ed
    I hope this song proves
    How fast my tongue moves
    Cause it's true I give the best head

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    Composición: George Watsky y Daniel Arturo Riera

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