Stop making the eyes at me / I’ll stop making the eyes at you / What it is that surprises me / Is that I don’t really want you to
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You got the lights on in the afternoon / And the nights are drawn out long / And you’re kissing to cut through the gloom / With a cough drop coloured tongue
One for the road, uh, uh / One for the road, uh, uh / From the bottom of your heart / The relegation zone
For a master of deception and subterfuge / You’ve made yourself quite the bed to lie in / Do your time traveling through the tanning booth / So you don’t let the Sun catch you crying
I just wanted to be one of The Strokes / Now look at the mess you made me make / Hitchhiking with a monogrammed suitcase / Miles away from any half-useful imaginary highway
Don’t get emotional, that ain’t like you / Yesterday’s still leaking through the roof, that’s nothing new / I know I promised this is what I wouldn’t do / Somehow giving it the old romantic fool
Mad sounds in your ears make you feel alright / They’ll bring you back to life / Mad sounds in your ears / They make you get up and dance
Well, the mourning was complete / When there was tears on the steering wheel dripping on the seat / Several hours or several weeks / I’d have the cheek to say they’re equally as bleak
If you can summon the strength, tow me / I can’t hold down the urgency / You’ve got to make your descent slowly / And oil up those sticky keys
I’m a puppet on a string / Tracy Island, time-traveling / Diamond cutter-shaped heartaches / That come to find you four in some velvet morning