To Someone From A Warm Climate (Uiscefhuaraithe) - Hozier

He's got a problem so he's just my type I'm so in love with always having someone on my mind I've got a thing for shitty poetry that doesn't rhyme I've got a thing for wasting my time It doesn't matter to me It doesn't matter Who you are You're just a warm body, baby You're so adult, baby Tell me 'bout your wasted life You're so mature And I can tell by how you did that line It doesn't matter to me It doesn't matter Who you are You're just a warm body, baby Everybody wants to lose control Everybody wants to lose control Everybody wants to lose control Everybody wants to lose control

Let's go With bloodshot eyes, I watch you sleeping The warmth I feel beside me is slowly fading Would she hear me if I called her name? Would she hold me if she knew my shame? There's always something different going wrong The path I walk's in the wrong direction There's always someone fucking hanging on Can anybody help me make things better? Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home The moments die, I hear no screaming The visions left inside me are slowly fading Would she hear me if I called her name? Would she hold me if she knew my shame? There's always something different going wrong The path I walk's in the wrong direction There's always someone fucking hanging on Can anybody help me make things better? Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home Oh Yeah This battered room I've seen before The broken bones they heal no more, no more With my last breath, I'm choking Will this ever end? I'm hoping My world is over, one more time Let's go Would she hear me if I called her name? Would she hold me if she knew my shame? There's always something different going wrong The path I walk's in the wrong direction There's always someone fucking hanging on Can anybody help me make things better? Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come Better Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home

DJ Matt-D E o brabo tem nome Novidade na área, carne nova no pedaço, woah, woah Ela, ela tem piercing no seio, de onde 'cê veio? Tô interessado 'Cê bebe, 'cê fuma, 'cê transa, tudo isso sua amiga contou "Não fumo, não bebo, só transo" Quer desafiar? Só vim, amor 'Cê vai sentando, gosta da lapada 'Cê vai jogando com essa bela raba Que sedução, bebê, não sai de cima Respeita o faixa, não me subestima Então vai subindo, tão, tão subindo Então vai descendo, de-de-descendo E então vai travando, roça, roça Salientando, aguenta calada, ah, ah Novidade na área, carne nova no pedaço, woah-woah Ela, ela tem piercing no seio, de onde 'cê veio? Tô interessado 'Cê bebe, 'cê fuma, 'cê transa, tudo isso sua amiga contou "Não fumo, não bebo, só transo" Quer desafiar? Só vim, amor 'Cê vai sentando, gosta da lapada 'Cê vai jogando com essa bela raba Que sedução, bebê, não sai de cima Respeita o faixa, não me subestima Então vai subindo, tão, tão subindo Então vai descendo, de-de-descendo E então vai travando, roça, roça Salientando, aguenta calada Ah, ah, ah, tá, tá, ah (baby, baby) Ah, tá, tá, baby, ah, ah, ah, ah