Psychedelic Kind

PSYCHEDELIC KIND - Written by Carroll Bryant

There are days when the sun comes out

And I'm refreshed by the gentlest of winds

There are days when I am so bummed out

And I'm touched by a kiss of the sweetest sin

And some days are just so boring

And some days go by so fast

And some days become my future

And then those days become my past

And some days seem to comfort me just fine

But if you want to get to the nitty gritty, baby

The days I like? ... I like the psychedelic kind

There are girls I meet and to me they're sweet

And I'm beguiled by the gentleness of love

There are girls that just seem to excite me 

And I'm I'm touched by the thought and their care enough

And some girls just seem too easy

And some girls just take too long

And some girls just seem too lonely

And some girls don't get it anymore

And some girls seem to simply blow my mind

But if you want to get to the nitty gritty, baby

The girls I like? ... I like the psychedelic kind

You can hang me by a thread that dangles from your heart

You can lay me in the shadeness of the trees

You can take me by your hopes and dreams

You can put me to my knees

You can hunger for the breath I breathe

Stay with me and never leave

Any situation suits me fine

But if you want to get to the nitty gritty, baby

The ways I like? ... I like the psychedelic kind

And some things can get so rotten

And then those things come back around

And then every thing's forgotten

And then nothing gets me down

And then anything and every thing's just fine

But if you want to get to the nitty gritty, baby

The things I like? ... I like the psychedelic kind

But if you want to get to the nitty gritty, baby

The world I like? ... I like the psychedelic kind