Song Lyrics

I met her at an art show, she looked like Halle
Walked to a loft show, I pussed in the alley
And she didn't seem to mind, turned a blind eye
To the crassness and casual actions designed to repel
Other guys woulda fed her a line but I'm not them other guys
I was steadfast in my traction plus I sensed the attraction
Didn't manufacture a tryst or a passionate shift
She wrote those digits on my wrist
With the bubble letter penmanship
Befitting the sex with the gentler gifts
I started serving her heart-shaped sentiments
Like the ones on the heart-shaped cinnamons
Every other day I sent her another mix
And just like that, it was off we went

I used to say no more names
People were framed in the songs I sang
I used to say no more names
The ones I'd say would get filled with pain

A-D-I-T-I, why do you look so fly?
You got me breakin' rules and playin' the fool
I'd do anything to be staying with you
Spend my days thinkin' of statements to prove
What I'm saying to you is true, cause it is
You sit there and listen when I talk about biz
You wait for me in the dark when the party is chalked
And we walk and walk and walk, I hope it never stops
Through the squawks of snowplows and alarm clocks
That buzz at the slight pulse of a whisper
I used to wonder how you might talk
And look, there was no way to predict her
And now you have a name so I say it to you
Song and dance, telegram man, relay it to you
Skype, phone, print, whatever way display it to you
This my way of sayin' I'm not playin' with you

I used to say no more names
People were framed in the songs I sang
I used to say no more names
The ones I'd say would get filled with pain

A-D-I-T-I, chicka-boom-boom, chicka-boom

Adam Carme Feingold, James Benjamin Mikelberg, Roland Pemberton