Basement fading, Now all of the lights, Oh yeah it’s a dead Kennedy’s kinda night, Come a little closer to his bloodshot eyes, We’ve had our fun, Now I’m walking away, I’m begging you not to beg me to stay, Wipe that broken hearted look of your face. Come up for air And then fell on the stairs As I’m leaving, gotta let them down easy
I’m sorry Mr and Mrs Smith, I’m just not that into it, I didn’t think that he would cry, When I told him goodbye, I’m sorry Mr and Mrs Smith, But you can’t talk me into it, Oh it was just a good night kiss Thanks for the dinner, So nice to meet you, Hope he gets over it.
Last night screaming at the top of our lungs, X’s on our hands, Cause they’re calling us young, Something you said Our intentions were wrong Wristbands, soft hands, when you whispered hello, One look turned into you taking me home, Your mom was so excited, you were out with a girl Come up for air And then fell on the stairs As I’m leaving, got to let the down easy
I’m sorry Mr and Mrs Smith, I’m just not that into it, I didn’t think that he would cry, When I told him goodbye, I’m sorry Mr and Mrs Smith, But you can’t talk me into it, It was just a good night kiss Thanks for the dinner, So nice to meet you, Hope he gets over it.
I’m sorry Mr and Mrs Smith, I’m just not that into it, I didn’t think that he would cry, When I told him goodbye, I’m sorry Mr and Mrs Smith, But you can’t talk me into it, It was just a good night kiss Thanks for the dinner, So nice to meet you, Hope he gets over it.
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