Pre-Columbian Love

I haven’t been here long enough to get a bearing
No chance to look at myself to see just what I’m wearing
Why not just give it all up and stop caring
I’ll give the devil a butterfly
I’ll just do it, so don’t ask me why
It’s so easy, I don’t even try
I haven’t been here long enough to get my bearings
Haven’t had the chance to look you up to see just what you’re wearing
Why not give it all up and stop caring
We can paint palm trees
Coconuts in the sun
Get drunk as monkeys and fool everyone
You and me, we’re pre-columbian
Columbian