Ideal

VIVIAN CIRCLE

Ideal words by TJC music by Vivian Circle

Your porn makes me jealous
When I think I’m in love
And the televisions not there

I want a boy that shakes it
That makes the most of everyday
A sense of humor
and all those sorts of things

The world has really let me down now
You’re the only who rings my phone

There are these people
On the inside of my mind
I can hear their soft drumming up the road