The Postal Service - Catch My Disease (live) lyrics

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The Postal Service - Catch My Disease (live) lyrics

My head is a box filled with nothing And that's the way I like it My garden's a secret compartment And that's the way I like it And that's the way I like it Your body's a dream that turns violent And that's the way I like it And that's the way I like it The winter is long in the city And that's the way I like it So please Baby, please Open your heart Catch my disease I was backstage in Pomona And that's the way I like it She drank beer with Coca-Cola And that's the way I like it And that's the way I like it She told me about the winds from Santa Ana And that's the way I like it And that's the way I like it She told me she loved me like fireworks And that's the way I like it So please Baby, please Open your eyes And catch my disease So please (Please) Baby, please Come on And catch my disease Catch it Na na na na na na na They play Good Charlotte on the radio And that's the way I like it They play Sleepy Jackson on the radio And that's the way I like it Yeah, that's the way I like it I hear Beyoncé on the radio And that's the way I like it Cause that's the way I like it They don't play me on the radio But that's the way I like it So please Baby, please Open your heart Catch my disease So please Baby, please Come on And catch my disease Catch my disease (Na na na na na na na) Catch my disease (Na na na na na na na) Catch my disease (Na na na na na na na) Catch my disease (Na na na na na na na) (Na na na na na na na) Whoo (Na na na na na na na) Na na na na (Na na na na na na na)