Hope my mother mentioned dad will dance with me I'd like to spin a while around the copperwood tree There's something about her eyes, I think her roots are rotten This must be the reason she wears her hair up in knots
Oh no, this is so embarrassing Oh, the pissing fits Crying on their doorsteps and teachers losing grip Some of them are so out of style, I cannot save them I'll just get whatever my salvation gave them
Keep the weed next to the bed Light the wall, check the lip Dim the lights a little lower Hide your back or shrug your shoulders Give the gift, then fix your hair You have to get this turtleneck
The poor, they leave their cellphones in the bathrooms of the rich And when they try to turn them off everything they switch to Is just another man, in shitty suits, everybody's cheering for This must be the genius we've been waiting years for
Oh no, this is so embarrassing Oh, the pissing fits Crying on their doorsteps and teachers losing grip Some of them are so out of style, I cannot save them This must be the death that my salvation gave them
Keep the good weed near the bed And light the wall, check the lip Dim the lights a little lower Hide your back or shrug your shoulders Give the gift, then fix your hair You have to get this turtleneck
Keep the good weed near the bed Light the wall, check the lip Dim the lights a little lower Hide your back or shrug your shoulders Give the gift, then fix your hair You have to get this turtleneck
Compositores: Aaron Brooking Dessener (The National) (ASCAP), Matthew Donald Berninger (The National) (ASCAP)Editores: Abd 13 Music (ASCAP), Val Jester Music (ASCAP)Administração: Bug House (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #17305400 em 20/Abr/2024