I've fallen straight for you,
Tripping down stairs, I know you are too Ooooooooo
Oooo
Is it sweet? Is there bad blood? Am I your type? You wishing I was in your sheets, just for the night
Do you have the guts? Have the guts
Do you have the guts? To say what you mean
Have the guts
Do you have the guts? To say what you mean
My ego is bruised, and I blame you
Cupid shot my heel, I hope he got you too Oooooooo
Oooooo
Are you in love or are you bored? You're just my type I'll see you in a year, when this feels right
Do you have the guts? Have the guts
Do you have the guts? To say what you mean
Have the guts
Do you have the guts?
To say what you mean
I'm sick and tired of waiting
To know, how you feel
I hope she takes care of my baby I let go
Long ago
Do you have the guts? Have the guts
Do you have the guts? To say what you mean
Have the guts
Do you have the guts? To say what you mean
Femina Furens is a whole composition of fire and music that rarely is created. Simple yet so powerful and beautifully arranged on layers of fury, hate, overcome, strife and love. A story to hear and tale. A must have! Huitzilcama
Dreamy, intricate guitar pop from Oakland's Absent City; splashes of accordion, sitar, lap steel, and mandolin add textural richness. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 26, 2020