[Lyric] Entrance (Larkin Grimm)

His face is like a big black cloud
And his voice is like a thunderstorm
I would follow him anywhere he wants me to
I would sing for him
In a crowd of New York hipsters

I think he’s a good one
(good one, good one)
He’s a good one

His legs are like climbing vines
But his arms are like a tree
His fingers willingly twine
With music made of leaves

Oh he’s gotta be a good one
(good one, good one)
He’s gotta be a good one