The present is so unsatisfying I wish I was materialistic Excited for the future unfolding Thank god I'm not realistic Heels over head in the bedroom You smell so good, don't need perfume I'm a tulip, you're the spring bloom I'd be a fool not to love you Headed down, I see green lights Block after block, nearly sunrise Rolling my way through stop signs Pinned down by jealous minds Heels over head in the bedroom You smell so good, don't need perfume I'm a tulip, you're the spring bloom I'd be a fool not to love you Yeah, don't ever change Stay the same, stay the same That's the last thing I said To you