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Creepin'Like a honeybee beating on my screen door,I got a little buzz and my head is sore, And from my bed I can feel the sun, Lord I hear the morning come. Just a creepin' Creepin', creepin', creepin'. You shot outta hell like a bullet from a gun, A flip of a switch, A thief on the run, And since the day you left me baby, I can feel the lonely, I can hear the crazy. Just a creepin' Creepin' Just a creepin' Creepin' Head for the future, Run from the past, Hide from the mirror, And live in a glass, What dreams forget the whiskey remembers, Kinda like molasses in late December. Just a creepin' Creepin' Oh, creepin' [Album version:] Your cocaine kiss and caffeine love, [Music video version:] Your caffeine kiss and nicotine love, Got under my skin and into my blood, That need you back comes over me, Like ivy crawlin' up a hickory tree. Just a creepin' Creepin' Just a creepin' creepin' Creepin' Head to the future, Run from the past, Hide from the mirror, And live in a glass, What dreams forget the whiskey remembers, Kinda like molasses in late December. Just a creepin' Creepin' Ah, come on! Break it down, down, down, down... Just last night I saw the light, At the end of that tunnel on the other side, Thought I found my way outta this pain, Only to find your memory train. Creepin', creepin', creepin', creepin'... |