- Votes:
- Composers:
- Jeanne Vikki
- Jimmie Thomas
 
- See also:
Buck 65 - Gee Whiz lyrics
Tell me what is it is, Gee Whiz, I don't think I know.
 Well, believe me I've tried but there's no explaining, 
 Eyes piled up you look like a painting, 
 Saintly and sexy, the soft-spoken wind blows, 
 Uncertain curtains cover broken windows, 
 In desperate need of a safe haven and inflamed, 
 A walk around Paris, unshaven and ashamed, 
 20 odd years since last time I slow danced, 
 Teenage crisis and the end of romance, 
 I see myself in the form of a wolf, 
 Furry, down on all fours and worried, 
 Uneven colours and the echoes of fly tones
 Connections I've lose and the collection of jawbones
 Apples or oranges, you decide which, 
 I'm writing graffiti on suicide bridge
 I once knew a women who was clever and tough
 Who said too much make up was never enough
 Her eyelids were heavy with words and desire
 She lives underwater with the birds and the fire
 It just so happens I'm selling my psyche
 If you like love you'll love this, most likely
 You and me are meant to be, that's right I love you, can't you see, whatever partner you do choose, you have the ability to marry, 
 6, 7, 8, I'll never hurt you, you know.
 Husbands love their wives, 
 Yeah, love the woman, 
 Part of me is here with you, 
 One life, where my heart beats for you, Buck 65 - Gee Whiz - http://motolyrics.com/buck-65/gee-whiz-lyrics.html
 Well, here we are again, 
 Here's a couple, treacherous
 I'm impatient in relationships in and love
 When will you see quand allez-vous me voir
Tell me what is it is, Gee Whiz, I don't think I know.
 Bird girls, sorry I'm too sleepy to make
 The sounds of my dreams always keep me awake
 Don't wanna scare the birds away so I speak soft
 Memories like the shows of Vanessa Beecroft
 Her bedroom philosophies are so perplexing
 But I think these two wooden legs are so sexy
 Cries of sadness, spectacular 
 You be Rossi de Palma and I'll be your Dracula 
 Fist is of agony decorate the last room
 Shoes by the door, on the floor is your costume
 Open the trunk with the car key the odd way
 Love songs, call me the marquee, the charday
 Lord of the files, you lost me I wonder how 
 Midnight meet me at the entrance for the underground
 So many questions, but I'm afraid to ask
 So I whisper them to apollinaire by Picasso
 I touch all the flowers and break the chain
 I wish I could fly, but I'd rather take the train
 And it just so happens I'm selling my psyche
 If you like love you'll love this
 You wouldn't tell me what it was because
 I don't think you know









