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Nixon Make Jazz

by Steve Markow and Ethan Woods

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lyrics

Fellow lamb abashed in the evening air
couldn’t hop the feline in horror tear
Pincher freaks I’m not yours to justify,
Lap away

Pillow talk I’m waiting for your lippy cue
feeling fine I calling on your morning dew
pull the sheets and make me into your
Happy day

Fern’s that trickle mold my clay
couldn’t think of the words to say
But I am aware of the brittle call

Temper maiden is holding hard
couldn’t push it, not too hard
But I am yours to mess around

Toss me in the depths of your endless straddle

Never mind the empty cans building up
endless pouring in my boring plastic cups
couldn’t wait to make it farther, blow it down
every time

Should he call in the kiss of the afternoon
holding fast, the baby flick’s coming soon
I want to testify, wonder why
I wait to climb.

Never told the judge to swoon
never made him jump the moon
But we were told to sauce the lamb.

Peerless woman in empty gown
Try to hold back my wimpy frown
But I am not yours to mess around.
Here we go again
Toss me in the depths of your endless straddle.

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released December 24, 2014
guitar, beats, production - Steve Markow
vocals - Ethan Woods

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Musician, composer, & producer based in Brooklyn, NY.

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