Music On My Teeth

Time is a social institution
And not a physical reality

Honey, honey
Honey, honey
On my nose
On your tears

Honey, honey
Honey, honey
On my nose
On your tears

Sweet, sweet lips
And your swaying hips
Lulling us to sleep

Honey, honey
Honey, honey

On my nose
On your tears

Sweet, sweet baby
Sweet, sweet baby
And your swaying hips
And your swaying hips
And your swaying hips
Sweet, sweet baby
And your swaying hips
And your swaying hips

Rocking us to sleep
Rocking us to sleep
Rocking us to sleep

Listen to the music today children
Daily, every night I had to take the music, 4 hours maybe, that's 12, 14, too long
Bobby, we sells music
Yeah I sell music in the day then I run a beer garden at nights
And I play music from 7:30, wrap after 4, 5, 5:30, 6:30 in the morning
So I'm with it
Look at my teeth
It's the music on it
I live music and I speak music
Music is my occupation
Music on my teeth