Laundered

Am F Am F Sweet debility; the Macallan in my glass Am F Honey beads from those ardent eyes Am F So here I sit, flooded in molasses Am F Every dollop of sweat swells in your light G F So call me what you will, just calm me G F Call me what I am, I’m yours Am F Am F Laundered each saccharine stain Am F Every word until the purity burns Am F Am The sugar drips until your name soaks in my brain F I can’t stand to be rid of you G F So call me what you will, just calm me G F Call me what I am, I’m yours Am F