Herman Düne - Martin Donovan in Trust lyrics

May i take a picture of you right now without further ado While you raise your foot up out your little black skirt And you slap your tongue like parler posey in flirt This is not what i'm here for, this is not what i'm here for There's got to be a lot more, this is not what i'm here for The taste of sweet coffee when it's raining outside The surprise of the sunrise when you just went out for a ride Afternoons in the library, peeping about all those poems that i saved that never printed out That lonely morning on the top of the hill by a lake I sat and heard nothing but the soubd this lake made That evening i spent in brooklyn with some arty upper crust Smoking, drinking and swearing like martin donovan in trust This is not what i'm here for, this is not what i'm here for There's got to be a lot more, this is not what i'm here for May i not help you untie and unzip And just lie, feeling your hair on my hip Your breasts hang so neatly as you bend over And they brush so gently against each other But this is not what i'm here for, this is not what i'm here for There's got to be a lot more, this is not what i'm here for