Double Straps Songtext
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well i came into the city, the buildings made me dizzy
i got kicked out of a fern bar, slept beneath a race car
i was feelin kinda lucky, the queen of spades just fucked me
she came with some jack of diamonds, she's standing right beside him
somewhere
she climbed into my bunk bed, put ashes on my forehead
and the way she touched my eyebrows made me feel so smalltown, she said
keep this in your backpack, carry it with double straps
keep these wings beneath your baseball hat, you look so cute like that
i got kicked out of a fern bar, slept beneath a race car
i was feelin kinda lucky, the queen of spades just fucked me
she came with some jack of diamonds, she's standing right beside him
somewhere
she climbed into my bunk bed, put ashes on my forehead
and the way she touched my eyebrows made me feel so smalltown, she said
keep this in your backpack, carry it with double straps
keep these wings beneath your baseball hat, you look so cute like that
i want your autograph
everybody's hangin at the record store, they're gonna get some records by the gang of four
and now you're 24 and the shore's a bore, everybody's waitin on the very same score
and the punch is spiked, the soda's flat and your birthday cake and all your party hats
your party lines and all your drinking games and eveybody's smokin off the very same flame
and these downtown girls are fast and loose, they'll work you for a baby ruth
and this club is just a kissing booth and love is just an ego boost
and ecstasy's an ego trip, makes me feel like this is it
and this is all there ever was, i wish you wouldn't call me cuz
i know i'm not your relative, you say that it's all relative
i'm in the kitchen, i'm in the corner, do you really wanna get your problem solved
everybody's hangin at the record store, they're gonna get some records by the gang of four
and now you're 24 and the shore's a bore, everybody's waitin on the very same score
and the punch is spiked, the soda's flat and your birthday cake and all your party hats
your party lines and all your drinking games and eveybody's smokin off the very same flame
and these downtown girls are fast and loose, they'll work you for a baby ruth
and this club is just a kissing booth and love is just an ego boost
and ecstasy's an ego trip, makes me feel like this is it
and this is all there ever was, i wish you wouldn't call me cuz
i know i'm not your relative, you say that it's all relative
i'm in the kitchen, i'm in the corner, do you really wanna get your problem solved
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