Don't Need to Tell Ya

Devouring fresh pineapple with a steak knife
Devouring her legs with a lascivious gaze
Devouring th' sound o' rain with a backdrop o' Bauhaus
Dreaming of a train to anywhere else

Sticky with juice, no I don't need to tell ya

Writing a holy book on the beach in Thailand
Living at a co-op in Mexico
If you hadn't decided to go to law school
We'd sleep at Frida Kahlo's studio
Volunteer with NGOs down in Mombasa
You left me behind; we'll catch up in Mumbai
Gotta pop down to Jordan to launch my career
Run away to Costa Rica - it's the best, I hear
Got a date to be beach bums, we'll never return
Got a best friend in China, what's a spin around the sun
Invites to join the squatters in London
Hitchhike to Paris, Amsterdam, and then
What say you we'll fly right into the cosmos
Sticky with legs raining juice on the backdrop

That gaze like a knife sounding off a train
Coconut mango, no I don't need to tell ya.