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Like You to Death

from The Unihorn EP by Passion Party

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lyrics

I like, really wanna take you to the theater
See a non-romantic comedy
And listen as you repeat the words
 
I'll smirk as you finish Adam Sandler's sentences
While we're sippin’ on our colas
Eating peanut butter sandwiches
 
The time we spend together
Sure does have advantages
But I could care less about
Knowing where your parents live
 
I don't mean to be to mean
And I'm sorry you were not warned
But we won't be sharing secrets
Not even this bag of pop-corn
 
It's not that I'm not caring
We could watch porn
But don't try any funny stuff
This package is labeled, "Not Yours"
 
I like to keep my bubble
Distant from your peeps and mumbles
You view the forest for the trees
But all I see is trouble
 
From sea to shining sea
be all that you can be
Cause it's a hustle...
 
But you’ll never understand me..
So we will never be a couple
 
Even though your breasts are supple
To this boy in a bubble
It's all toil and trouble, like

(Chorus)
I like.. I like you to DEATH
I like you...
I like you to DEATH

I really like you... but I don't LOVE you
Don't really wanna KISS
But I sure do wanna HUUUUG!
 
I like.. I like you to DEATH
I... like you...
And I will like you until DEATH

I don’t like-like you,
Even though I trust you
There will never be an US
It’s just YOU!
(End Chorus)
 
I like, really wanna to take you to the pitch-n-putt
Be hopeful about hole-in-ones
And play a little catching up
 
It's been a minute since you and I relaxed and junk
So, grab your ball
But not mine...
 
See how easily I can pass the buck?
Fasten up your hands to that club
And swing your arms like a pendulum
 
It’s all about your center of gravity
But, while I hold your head straight
Don’t take it as me being your majesty
 
You’d like to be my queen
I’m well aware you’re all "hot for teacher"
And everything in-between
 
But you cannot win this prize
By acting all, “Charlie Sheen”
Nor looking back at me with those bright, googly eyes
 
It’d be stupid for you to devise
A plan to become concubines
Despite the AstroTurf hills
We both have to climb
 
Our friendship is endless
And any more is asinine
Perhaps me drawing the putting line
Was just a matter of time, and I...
 
(Chorus)
I like.. I like you to DEATH
I like you...
I like you to DEATH

I really like you... but I don't LOVE you
Don't really wanna KISS
But I sure do wanna HUUUUG!
 
I like.. I like you to DEATH
I... like you...
And I will like you until DEATH

I don’t like-like you,
Even though I trust you
There will never be an US
It’s just YOU!
(End Chorus)
 
I like, really wanna take to you the bowling alley
Pick up a couple spares, drink some beers
Just roll and rally
 
We'll share a handful of high-fives
As the fun increases our life-lines
I'll even let you control the tally
 
But the thing is, I already told you, Sally
Despite your fair stance, and implants
You don't peak my valleys
 
You don't speak my language
Even though you're so sweet
You seem to strike out
With each and every advance...
 
I’m not even talking pins
You’re lost in grins
 
The ginger kids
In the opposite lane
Can see the awkwardness
As I cringe
 
Watching your granny throws
Expose your panty-hose
You think it’s, "oh, so sexy"
While my head's like, “OH NOES!”
 
It’s time to take you home,
We won’t.. be following this with karaoke
That’s all she wrote
 
I surely don't need you to
Hold me closely, Tiny Dancer
Nor share a drunken duet
Of Private Eyes by Hall and Oates
 
(Chorus)
I like.. I like you to DEATH
I like you...
I like you to DEATH

I really like you... but I don't LOVE you
Don't really wanna KISS
But I sure do wanna HUUUUG!
 
I like.. I like you to DEATH
I... like you...
And I will like you until DEATH

But keep your lips zipped,
This is only friendship
There will never be an US
It’s just YOU!
(End Chorus)

credits

from The Unihorn EP, released February 10, 2012
Lyrics & Production: Tim Stiles & Adam Drew
Trumpet: Timmy Conroy
Mixing: Masa Fukudome
Mastering: Gary Reynolds
Mixed & Mastered at Electrokitty Studio (Seattle, WA)

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Passion Party Seattle, Washington

Passion Party defines the genre of 'satirical hip-hop.' With the utmost cleverness and tact, we tackle themes encompassing self-deprecation, love, real-life, fantasy, nerd culture, and first world problems - topics traditional hip-hop acts wouldn't dare broach. We aim to ensue laughs and entertain all walks of life. ... more

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