Mark Mulcahy Follow

I wanna tie you up,
And grind you up,
To keep you here for me,
I wanna make you lie,
Oh let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be,

What kind of drugs have you done tonight,
Cause you've got a face like a lava light,
Gong bell and the bats in the belfry banging,
I can't ever tell what you're thinking,
She gets upset by the setting sun,
And I like you my little quiet one,

I like you,
I like when you're quiet,

Well chili chowder chow that's the hardest partest,
And I never knew you were a performance artist,
But theres a mean streak in your flower basket,
I had a question I could never ask you,
And I'm as friendly as they come,
But I like you my little quiet one,

I like you,
I like when you're quiet,
I like you,
Well I like when you're quiet,

I'm gonna tie you up,
And grind you up,
To keep you hear for me and my dear,
I wanna make you a part of my,
Collection by on high,
Won't just stand there and wonder,
Or fumble and touch you,
But I hope that this never ends,

Well join the circle of the conversation,
Do you need to know it's a normal desperation,
I've given up the chairs and the clothes and the house,
But I need someone who cares if I'm around,
And you can measure my language by the tongue,
But I like you my little quiet one,

I like you,
I like when you're quiet,
I like you,
Well I like when you're quiet,
I like you,
Well I like when you're quiet,