Blister In The Sun

By: The Violent Femmes

When I'm a walking, I strut my stuff, then I'm so strung out.
I'm high as a kite and I just might stop to check you out.

Let me go on, like I blister in the sun.
Let me go on, big hands, I know you're the one.

Body and beats, I stained my sheets, I don't even know why.
My girlfriend, she's at the end, she is starting to cry.

Let me go on, like I blister in the sun.
Let me go on, big hands, I know you're the one.

When I'm a walking, I strut my stuff, then I'm so strung out.

I'm high as a kite and I just might stop to check you out.

When I'm a walking, I strut my stuff, then I'm so strung out.

I'm high as a kite and I just might stop to check you out.
Body and beats, I stained my sheets, I don't even know why.
My girlfriend, she's at the end, she is starting to cry.

When I'm a walking, I strut my stuff, then I'm so strung out.
I'm high as a kite and I just might stop to check you out.

Let me go on, like I blister in the sun.
Let me go on, big hands, I know you're the one.