Portugal. The Man - The Pushers Party

I'm paper love
Are you sure you're up?
My hand the sun
Mouth your love
Purple skies (yellow green trees)
Dripping down (through the colored streets)
Press your ears (down on the ground)
Feel that heart (pumping through the ground?)

The pusher was the feet and the feet the floor
We got a little bit well we got a little more
Once we count to four then we count to ten
We'll take up every bit that we give to them

The pusher was the feet and the feet the floor
We got a little bit well we got a little more
Once we count to four then we count to ten
We'll take up every bit that we give to them

Sorry for the party, I'm sure you've had enough
Wait here while we wake him, he should be getting up
Oh, forever
Oh, forever, forever
Oh, forever, forever
Oh, forever, forever

Share the love (eat it up)
Take the spoons (and dig it up)
Find your way (down paper trails)
Ship it out (and stack it up)

They shipped out all the boys, then they shipped some more
Gathered all the lights placed outside the door
The corners were too dark for the dark in them
Find the center there, place them down on the floor
They shipped out all the boys, then they shipped some more
Gathered all the lights placed outside your door
The corners were too dark for the dark in them
Find the center there, place them down on the floor

And he opened up his mouth
And he opened up his mouth
And he opened up his mouth
And he opened up his mouth

(Forever, forever)
(Forever, forever)
(Forever, forever, forever)

Sorry for the party, I'm sure you've had enough
Wait here while we wake him, he should be getting up

Oh, forever
Oh, forever forever
Oh, forever forever
Oh, forever forever

Written by:
John Baldwin Gourley

Publisher:
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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