Birdhouse by The Licks Lyrics

Waking up naked out on the beach
When we were still children
Riding our bikes

I’m sure you’ve seen him work on the weekend
He’s got more muscles
And that’s what you like

Guess who i’m sleeping with
No one for Jesus shit
We were just freezing in mid July

I’ll catch you creeping over to Freeman’s
I’m still the kid who’s got love on his mind
I’m still the kid who’s riding his bike