Envy On The Coast - Clean Of You (contains Non-indexed Hidden Track "Just South Of Heaven") lyrics

I love it just love it Oh... what a pretty picture now lets Jump off the corners and Swap out the colors Keep 'em comin' keep 'em comin' Keep 'em shorter my brother Shimmy out another one More about your lover I'm fed up with the process it's nonsense You've got to be the farthest thing from artists No You're a head on a suit I'm the living proof that you don't have to lie to keep 'em from the truth I think that boy's got a sweet tooth So I'll put sugar in his gas tank Ohh, ohh Then I'll wash my hands clean of you I said I heard you've got a sweet tooth I've got some sugar for your gas tank Ohh, ohh But I'll wash my hands clean of you Clean of you Who doesn't love the feeling of being a stranger Breathing amongst all the people that you should call When in need of healing I will continue to speak To honor the chic and To wreak of an easing a song of kids Cause their heads could use opening They fed us the works And then they changed all my words Cause I wouldn't say that to you Cause I don't have to lie To keep you from the truth I think that boy's got a sweet tooth So I'll put sugar in his gas tank Then I'll wash my hands clean of you Clean of you I said I heard you've got a sweet tooth Got some sugar for your gas tank But I'll wash my hands clean of you Clean of you