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You could come to the show
Put you on the list?
You didn't like it that I said no worries
You said worry, care a little, insist

I wasn't calling you god
But it made me laugh
You wouldn't like it when my songs sound angry
But baby even Jesus got mad

I hated being in your friend's film
I knew I didn't fit the part
I got blisters on my heels from the heels
You had to carry me to the car

You try to teach me how to be cool
You try to teach me how to drive
And mostly I would just resent those words
But now I kinda keep them in mind

We're at the dry cleaners and the town's asleep
And you're showing off on your bike for me
And I'm kinda nеw to this kind of thing
And you kind of know but you're kinda keen

A couple of broke kids, bicyclе shopping
Your dad said that he would rather that you were gay
Than you buy a vespa
And now I kinda get where he's coming from

Did you go to the church?
Did you hear from the lord?
I drank the koolaid for 25 years
You can't blame me for getting bored

Tell me I should get bangs
Try to dress the part
You never liked the dimple on my chin
But I tried to never take it to heart

We spotted zebras in the headlights
On the neighbors open grounds
I read the name off of a tombstone there
You said don't call the dead out loud

You're praying over your french fries
You're eating ice cream from the cone
You're living like a happy blast from the past
Waving “Au revoir simone!”

We're at the dry cleaners and the town's asleep
And you're showing off on your bike for me
And I'm kinda new to this kind of thing
And you kind of know but you're kinda keen

A couple of broke kids, bicycle shopping
Your dad said that he would rather that you were gay
Than you buy a vespa
And now I kinda get where he's coming from

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