Throw

Been drawing figure eights on pictures of you lately I've been thumbing a softy Been thumbing a softy Ran through parades of which our fathers throw The band play on nine verses of Killing Me Softly Of Killing Me Softly That's an awfully nice haircut Where did you get that head from? The paintings are switched, they're double-dipped And the singer just keeps on getting the words wrong So I drove nine laps of the city I drove nine laps of this place If someone's God really made you look that pretty I would throw my back out prayin' I've been rifling designer purses And trying to work back to where you've been working And I've been trying on every perfume And trying to find one that reminds me of you But in a way, I'm an antithesis-esque Philip Oakey I know you don't want me I know you don't want me I guess you're all caught up in multitasking golden age TV But if you felt so strongly If you felt so strongly You'd throw your back out, we'd throw it back Some throwback sometime You'd throw your back out, we'd throw it back Some throwback sometime So I drove nine laps of the city And I drove nine laps of this place If someone's god really made you look that pretty I would throw my back out prayin' I've been rifling designer purses And trying to work back to where you've been working And I've been trying on every perfume And trying to find one that reminds me of you And I'll admit that I've been writing shorter verses Just to get back to this part And I'll be taking no more chances 'Til I get my happy ending We'd throw our backs out, we'd throw it back Some throwback sometime We'd throw our backs out, we'd throw it back Some throwback sometime (whoa) We'd throw our backs out, we'd throw it back Some throwback sometime We'd throw our backs out, we'd throw it back Some throwback sometime