Paper Bird - That's How It Works II lyrics
[Paper Bird - That's How It Works II lyrics]
I think you already broke my cheekbone
So why get me drunk to pretend
I need help with something
You just keep holding my arm
You know I always walk red
Lights when I ain't sober
To run from the phobia, run from my phobia
And you don't know I put on that dress
Because someone said it makes me look younger
And I don't know I put on that lipstick
'Cause it makes me look older
Just because I don't know what
You're into these days
There's affection in so many
Ways, so many ways, dear
And I was hoping if they wouldn't
Let me into the bar
You'd let me into your flat
There's no dress-code and no
Age restriction for that
So I like the white sofa
But in my drunken rush
I gotta be careful with the wine
And the body fluids and such
And oh, I like the kitchen
Needs a womanly touch
And I like the way you try
To make me laugh by
Trying to tell me stories
I've already heard of
And I bend over, I bend over, I bend over
I bend over, and I cough
And I'm under the sheets in a minute or two
I'm gonna fall asleep next to you
And in the morning I'm not
Gonna know where I am
But, I'll see your face
And pretend it's the good old days again
It's the good old days again
It's the good old days again
It's the good old days again
So why get me drunk to pretend
I need help with something
You just keep holding my arm
You know I always walk red
Lights when I ain't sober
To run from the phobia, run from my phobia
And you don't know I put on that dress
Because someone said it makes me look younger
And I don't know I put on that lipstick
'Cause it makes me look older
Just because I don't know what
You're into these days
There's affection in so many
Ways, so many ways, dear
And I was hoping if they wouldn't
Let me into the bar
You'd let me into your flat
There's no dress-code and no
Age restriction for that
So I like the white sofa
But in my drunken rush
I gotta be careful with the wine
And the body fluids and such
And oh, I like the kitchen
Needs a womanly touch
And I like the way you try
To make me laugh by
Trying to tell me stories
I've already heard of
And I bend over, I bend over, I bend over
I bend over, and I cough
And I'm under the sheets in a minute or two
I'm gonna fall asleep next to you
And in the morning I'm not
Gonna know where I am
But, I'll see your face
And pretend it's the good old days again
It's the good old days again
It's the good old days again
It's the good old days again