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here come the skirts!
we're gonna ride straight through your town
here come the skirts!
we're gonna shake everybody down
but we're not here to start any fights
we just wanna play things right
yeah, we're not here to break any hearts
we just wanna play our parts!
(here come the skirts!)
do you wanna hang around?
here come the skirts!
we're gonna be the ones who care
here come the skirts!
just turn around and get your share
we're not into getting high
we just wanna eat your pie
don't know what it's all about
but we'll never say get out!
(here come the skirts!)
do you wanna hang around?
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2. |
Old Teenager
01:36
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do you ever
have to borrow
cash for buying
thrifted clothes?!
they'll unravel
(as predicted)
your outfit's been
foreclosed!
then you go to
apply for jobs where
your skills could
make you bank
but your credentials
get you nowhere
you're still the lowest rank!
don't wanna be a useless old teenager!
asleep in the corner of a rager!
paranoid that mom and dad will blame her!
don't grow up
if you don't
plan to grow!!
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3. |
Cut My Teeth
02:58
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clenching my jaw tighter
i can only picture you and me.
can't release the tension
to a somewhat bearable degree.
if i were in my shoes
i would go on a murder spree.
but since i can't i guess
i'll stew here in my own debris!
'cause you're not
the love i cut my teeth on.
and i'm not
so sad to hear that you're gone.
some nights,
i wonder if it was wrong
to sit back
and let this go for so long.
loafing all around the house
and barely eating any food.
if i were the internet
you would call this a real big mood.
i wish you weren't the one
i had initially pursued.
but since you are i guess
i'll lay here feeling pretty screwed!
'cause you're not
the love i cut my teeth on.
and i'm not
so sad to hear that you're gone.
some nights,
i wonder if it was wrong
to sit back
and let this go for so long.
i promised nothing.
'cause you're not
the love i cut my teeth on.
and i'm not
so sad to hear that you're gone.
some nights,
i wonder if it was wrong
to sit back
and let this go for so long.
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4. |
Bulletproof (La Roux)
03:19
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5. |
Skylights
03:07
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don't capitalize on the things that you love
you'll ruin it for everyone
don't go, go, go until you've had enough
it won't be fun for long!
i'm waiting to be sure
'cause lately i've been torn
between the skylights
and the floor
when i don't even live here anymore!
unless you sit around wishing to care a lot less
there aren't many reasons to get caught in this mess
you'll get down to the deadline and be brimming with stress
your art is all you've made!
oh, there's still something refreshing about wanting to fight
(your stitches are so even! and your beats are so tight!)
but when'd you learn to be so contrived?
was that an even trade?
i'm waiting to be sure
'cause lately i've been torn
between the skylights
and the floor
when i don't even live here anymore!
there's no trick to sinking down
until you'd planned to stick around
i'm waiting to be sure
'cause lately i've been torn
between the skylights
and the floor
when i don't even live here anymore!
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6. |
For Keeps / Molly
06:08
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i did, like, five dishes
and called it a day
but hey i've done far worse
so don't @ me, okay?
since it's useless to stew
in one's own filthy thoughts
why not take to the seas?
try your hand tying knots
now it's nose to the grindstone
(except when it's not)
'cause sometimes you have reasons
sometimes you forgot
if all else still fails
and i'm out of ideas
don't mind me, i'll be patient
no more crocodile tears
i gathered my laundry
and left it right there
there's no part of me
in the mood to do stairs
when the sides of my cheeks
hurt from faking my mood
don't say it's a problem
with my attitude
because i'm skilled at spinning
i've been trained to adapt
there's something for everyone
everyone's lacked
so when i'm out of breath
and my joints start to freeze
feel free to take over
and sing this reprise:
when playing for keeps
the sea's your best bet;
oh, the sea's your best bet
when you're playing for keeps.
~~~
dodging glances on the train,
like you don’t know me.
second chances are to blame,
and we’re getting antsy.
i’m the one who feeds the flame,
yeah, it’s so easy;
but once you’ve called this thing by name,
you can see it plainly:
but, Molly,
you left with someone new--
if this is what you’re gonna do,
then i can’t be with you.
yeah, Molly,
it’s like i’ve said before:
when love becomes a chore,
then i can’t see you anymore.
it’s so impractical to say
that feelings guide us,
when what’s more rational of late
is deep inside of
the ones we’ve gone and locked away
(so no reminders);
it’s scary what gets seen to stay
without your blinders
but, Molly,
you left with someone new--
if this is what you’re gonna do,
then i can’t be with you.
yeah, Molly,
it’s like i’ve said before:
when love becomes a chore,
then i can’t see you anymore.
-- i could have told you sooner,
the best is all i do for
the ones who stay aloof, or,
the one whom i am drawn toward.
but, Molly,
you left with someone new--
if this is what you’re gonna do,
then i can’t be with you.
yeah, Molly,
it’s like i’ve said before:
when love becomes a chore,
then i can’t see you anymore.
yeah, Molly, i can’t see you anymore.
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8. |
Irish Goodbye
03:01
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for the last time, i'll come clean
airing all my dirty laundry.
there is something in between
feeling worthless and being worthy
i'm about to flee the scene
if you want, you can come with me.
that is not quite what i mean
but in time i think you'll get me.
it seems like what we're looking for's
not really all the same.
i'm sorry, then, to waste your time,
there's only me to blame.
it's not like i'm extinguishing
some once-eternal flame;
is it really an "irish goodbye"
if you never learn their name?
if i had my house in order
it could be a kind of kingdom.
i need a professional sorter,
i can find things, then i lose them.
but you hold me in your own home,
you make room for all my secrets
that exploded out of their zone
all of my recent releases.
it seems like what we're looking for's
not really all the same.
i'm sorry, then, to waste your time,
there's only me to blame.
it's not like i'm extinguishing
some once-eternal flame;
is it really an "irish goodbye"
if you never learn their name?
is it getting better?
water can't get wetter.
it's hard to weigh a feather.
the question now is...whether
it seems like what we're looking for's
not really all the same.
i'm sorry, then, to waste your time,
there's only me to blame.
it's not like i'm extinguishing
some once-eternal flame;
is it really an "irish goodbye"
if you never learn their name?
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9. |
If U Want 2
03:06
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where are you going with that face?
and can i have directions to that place?
how am i supposed to have a trace
of mystery when i've given you a taste?
it's so much like me
to find a way
to get you home
on the first date...
if you want to (yeah!)
if you want to (yeah!)
if you want to (yeah!)
if you want to stay!
in the back of my head i have a phrase
that i use for myself on lonely days
it goes "oh, can we stop and count the ways
that you, alone, are controlling all the plays?"
it's so hard to see
a different scheme
when what you say
is what you mean...
if you want to (yeah!)
if you want to (yeah!)
if you want to (yeah!)
if you want to stay!
when you danced into my life, i
wondered how long you would stay;
was it for the best, or was it
truly one of my mistakes?
when you walked out, i believed
that everything's my fault
...what if it's not?
if you want to (yeah!)
if you want to (yeah!)
if you want to (yeah!)
if you want to stay!
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10. |
Make Things Worse
03:41
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they say you come around
and you make things worse,
make things worse, don't you?
so you don't need to know
how i got here first,
got here first,
and why i need:
auditory stimulation
constant soundtrack for my life
in any other situation
i would ask you for some quiet
so please hold your tongue
until we get things done
and while this song is sung
you can fill your lungs
it's only gonna work if you
wait your turn,
wait your turn, not like
this ever was a matter of your concern,
your concern,
so now i need:
auditory stimulation
constant soundtrack for my life
in any other situation
i would ask you for some quiet
so please hold your tongue
until we get things done
and while this song is sung
you can fill your lungs
did you need me to be yours?
did you need me to be your
auditory stimulation
constant soundtrack for my life
in any other situation
i would ask you for some quiet
so please hold your tongue
until we get things done
and while this song is sung
you can fill your lungs
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11. |
Same Deal
03:14
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if you had told me this time last year
that i would be standing here...
it's like i said "hey, shoot your shot"
and then the world said "hold my beer."
i think i've set personal records
with the sportsmanship i've shown
and you could notch up my whole bedpost
with the chances i have blown
new year; same deal.
at this point you'd consider it a steal!
i could have warned you, you had better things to do
than sit around and listen to me do my spiel!
if you need to go now, that's real.
the ghost of drama yet-to-come
leans on my ikea bookshelf;
i'm nothing but a mirage,
a shallow husk of my former self.
if i appear to you in dream,
then you must exercise restraint.
i look like a manic pixie dream girl
but, babe you know i ain't!
new year; same deal.
at this point you'd consider it a steal!
i could have warned you, you had better things to do
than sit around and listen to me do my spiel!
if you need to go now, that's real.
i could have gone by now
but you gave me nothing to go by!
i just want to do you a solid,
not give you the evil eye!
new year; same deal.
at this point you'd consider it a steal!
i could have warned you, you had better things to do
than sit around and listen to me do my spiel!
if you need to go now, that's real.
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