Solo Acoustic from Purest Form of Trance CD
I Want To Soak You In
Song #379 | January 2008
I want to be the puppy
That follows you home
I want to be your own personal
Garden gnome
You be the ice cream
I’ll be the cone
I want to soak you in…
I want to be your quicker picker
Upper paper towel
I want to be the alley
Where the tom cats yowl
You be the consonants and
I’ll be the vowels
I want to soak you in…
Refrain:
I want to soak you in
I want to breathe you in like oxygen
I want to open my pores and
Absorb you through my skin…
I want to dip my bread
In your gravy baby
I want to drown a little bit
So you can save me
I want to be a piece of pie
So you will crave me
I want to soak you in
I want to be the pickle in your brine
I want to be the filthy
Thought that just crossed your mind
Baby you’re the proof
Of intelligent design
I want to soak you in…
Refrain:
I want to lap you up
Like homemade soup
I want to be the main rooster
In your chicken coop
You’re the song in my head
On an endless loop
I want to soak you in
I want to be the tub
Where you take bubble baths
I want to be the muscles
That you use to laugh
You’re the first one that I think of
When it’s time for a nap
I want to soak you in
Refrain:
I want to be the joke
That you just told me
I want to be the avocado
In your holy guacamole
Write up the order cause
You already sold me
I want to soak you in…
I want to rent a little villa in Tuscany
Where we can bask
In each other’s company
Wake up to the song
Of the birds and the bees…
I want to soak you in