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She Doesnt Get It
All the girls pose the same for pictures
All the boys have the same girls hair.
And I am bored because I feel much older,
Look at me as if I got a reason to stare.
But you talk so loud, that it calms me down.
Youre crying, lets make a toast.
She says shes leavin on a Sunday,
Oh that leaves me one more night.
Can I take you home?
I know its wrong, but I know your type.
She says shes leavin on a Sunday,
I dont care I need to know where to turn.
I tried it once it never caught on,
I was the only one who got burned.
Ive read every word youve said,
From a poster of a cat.
Four books look across your sofa,
I thought your coffee table was more
clever than that.
It gets worse once we get to her room
she stops and she sings do do do do do do do do
I claim New Religion is my song,
She doesnt get it,
Its all before shes born.
And you lock your door,
Like Ive been here before.
I feel like Ive seen a ghost.
She says shes leavin on a Sunday,
Oh that leaves me one more night.
Can I take you home?
I know its wrong, but I know your type.
She says shes leavin on a Sunday,
I dont care I need to know where to turn.
I tried it once it never caught on,
I was the only one who got burned.
I was the only one who got burned.
Suddenly between sheets and eyelids,
I am reminded why I dont do this.
I fall in love far too quickly,
I never want her to forget me.
When youre gone,
Will you call?
Will you write?
She says shes leavin on a Sunday,
Oh that leaves me one more night.
Can I take you home?
I know its wrong, but I know your type.
She says shes leavin on a Sunday,
Oh that leaves me one more night.
Can I take you home?
I know its wrong, but I know your type.
She says shes leavin on a Sunday,
I dont care I need to know where to turn.
I tried it once it never caught on,
I was the only one who got burned