Letra da Música Quixoticelixer de Red Hot Chili Peppers

Kick back a little just watch and see
Getting sicker by the minute with debauchery
Whatever your pleasure I'm your punk
On the brink of syncopated but not yet sunk
I will listen low when you told me
That I was all you had to hold
How I wish it was so
When you told me that you were solid gold

Gravity free as she looked at the highness
On a mattress full of anti-matter
You never left a very mellow impression
You smell or you go to hell expression
Quixotic elixir might
but probably will not fix your bite
Tell me now, tell me how,
did I get your lipstick on my kite

I love this weather, it's a perfect storm
Just keep it coming in its perfect form
I love this weather 'cause it keep me warm
Just keep it coming in it's perfect form

Everyday depression in a beautiful dress
Oh, lady made a beautiful mess I guess
Dedicated mind in a medicated state
Is a highly overrated fate
Terrible is a soul which you told me
That there is such a thing
Do you know that you glow
When you go from winter into spring

I love this weather, it's a perfect storm
Just keep it coming in its perfect form
I love this weather 'cause it keep me warm
Just keep it coming in its perfect form

The madder the boy
The sadder the song
That's a wicked fate but the sick get strong
Mad boy
Sad song
A wicked fade but the sick get strong
Nobody's right and everyone's wrong
I refuse to punt on forth and long
Mad boy, sad song
Wicked fate but the sick get

Kick back a little just watch and see
Getting sicker by the minute with debauchery
Whatever your pleasure I'm your punk
On the brink of syncopated but not yet sunk
I will listen low when you told me
That I was all you had to hold
How I wish it was so when you told me
That you were solid gold

I swear to god I could not hurt you
I've got to be inside your virtue
I can't contain my urge to search you

I stand before this not known confused
I long to be inside your virtue
My heart is swollen when I search you

I swear to god I could not hurt you
My heart is swollen when I search you
I swear to god I could not hurt you

I swear to god I could not hurt you
I've got to be inside your virtue
I can't contain my urge to search you