Dessa - Dutch lyrics
[Dessa - Dutch lyrics]
Mind your step I keep the overhead low
Just the bed and the books
And the rotary phone
Chicago Manual of Style keeps
The prose right crisp
The Minneapolis Edition
Well it goes like this:
Well I talk way too fast
And I shoot from a glass
I keep Pope in the glovebox
Plath on the dash
And there’s nobody shotgun, I got enough gas
To get Vegas by daybreak, I’m not coming back
I’m pushin’ this luck all the
Way to the coast
I’m throwin it over just to see if it floats
I’m taking my chances, I’m making my own
‘Cause, I’ve been pretty impatient
I’m ready to go
I’m the book that beat the speedreader
And I’m the card the dealers won’t touch
And it’s just not true I’m a maneater
All the same, we should probably go Dutch
Careful kid with that wolf whistle
You never know what you’ll attract
And you shouldn’t make noise to
Which you wouldn’t wanna listen
What’s good for the goose is good for the
Gander back and I’m packed and
I’m out before dawn
Leave a tip on the sink, ah
The staff they worked hard
I hit rain, I hit sleet
But mostly weather stays good
Hit a deer on I80: fucked up the hood
But, you can’t play for keeps
If you never draw blood
You just brace and you breathe
You drive through the dust
You go through people and places
And hope the engine can take it
They get you up on the
Blocks on a regular basis
But innocence is over rated based
On what you haven’t done
I don’t need a poker face, open book
Smoking gun renegade agent
I got no taste for their races
I run on whiskey and risk
And ennui and impatience
Love is like liquor: it burns as it moves you
And far as I figure there’s nobody fireproof
So thank you for the offer
It truly was kind of you
I’d take you up on it
But just passing through
Cause, I talk way too fast
And I shoot from a glass
I keep Pope in the glovebox
Plath on the dash
And there’s no one in shotgun
I got enough gas
To get Vegas by daybreak, I’m not coming back
No I’m not coming back
Just the bed and the books
And the rotary phone
Chicago Manual of Style keeps
The prose right crisp
The Minneapolis Edition
Well it goes like this:
Well I talk way too fast
And I shoot from a glass
I keep Pope in the glovebox
Plath on the dash
And there’s nobody shotgun, I got enough gas
To get Vegas by daybreak, I’m not coming back
I’m pushin’ this luck all the
Way to the coast
I’m throwin it over just to see if it floats
I’m taking my chances, I’m making my own
‘Cause, I’ve been pretty impatient
I’m ready to go
I’m the book that beat the speedreader
And I’m the card the dealers won’t touch
And it’s just not true I’m a maneater
All the same, we should probably go Dutch
Careful kid with that wolf whistle
You never know what you’ll attract
And you shouldn’t make noise to
Which you wouldn’t wanna listen
What’s good for the goose is good for the
Gander back and I’m packed and
I’m out before dawn
Leave a tip on the sink, ah
The staff they worked hard
I hit rain, I hit sleet
But mostly weather stays good
Hit a deer on I80: fucked up the hood
But, you can’t play for keeps
If you never draw blood
You just brace and you breathe
You drive through the dust
You go through people and places
And hope the engine can take it
They get you up on the
Blocks on a regular basis
But innocence is over rated based
On what you haven’t done
I don’t need a poker face, open book
Smoking gun renegade agent
I got no taste for their races
I run on whiskey and risk
And ennui and impatience
Love is like liquor: it burns as it moves you
And far as I figure there’s nobody fireproof
So thank you for the offer
It truly was kind of you
I’d take you up on it
But just passing through
Cause, I talk way too fast
And I shoot from a glass
I keep Pope in the glovebox
Plath on the dash
And there’s no one in shotgun
I got enough gas
To get Vegas by daybreak, I’m not coming back
No I’m not coming back