1.21 Jijowatts

I've no idea how I came up with this one. I was unable to sleep on my way to Chicago and for some reason I just got into a very Back To The Future mood. So here's a very white-boy rap love song.

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[a]
Sometimes I wonder what happened to "us?"
Now before you furrow your brow,
nose scrunched in disgust,
it's a problem y'see?
It's a matter of fact.
But without Doc Brown I don't know how to act.
A capacity for flux, or a delorean would do,
to replace the time I lost before meeting you.
It was a day in January, 4:13 to be precise.
And after a month of gifting for the naughty and the nice
I found myself wanting a time control device.

[b]
Two hands on the watch
two hands on your hips
I feel like Marty McFly
kissing your lips
Time stands still
The moment drifts into the past
We're not promised the future
So make this feeling last.

[a]
I want a simple time machine, any variety
to catch a re-run of our serendipity
my heart was cravin' candy, and you tasted like sweet-tarts
the way you lit me up gave me pinball machine parts.
I was slippin' on my words like an icy hill in rain
But you understood my sentiment negating all my pain
It doesn't take a scientist to see my love is real
you grabbed my hand like lightning,
shocking all I feel

[b]
Two hands on the watch
two hands on your hips
I feel like Marty McFly
kissing your lips
Time stands still
The moment drifts into the past
We're not promised the future
So make this feeling last.

[c]
Whoa this is heavy, but I like what I see
you got me working hard, busy as a bee.
(two hands on the watch)
Whoa this is heavy but I like what I see
(two hands on your hips)
you got me working hard, busy as a bee.
I feel like Marty McFly
kissing your lips.
Time stands still,
the moment drifts into the past.
We're not promised the future,
so make this feeling last.
We're not promised the future,
so make this feeling last.