Songteksten

Oh yeah, guess that's okay We can talk about mammary glands No, I'm not obsessive compulsive I just like to wash my hands Yes, I like your neon sweater Well, maybe I should have mentioned I've got ADHD But I do deserve all the attention In a hurry but I'm not stressed Wearing black, I'm not depressed One girl's humor the other's bra It's decideophobia I know it seems surreal I can feel what you can't feel I feel what you can't feel In a minute it's making sense I could be your peak experience I've got what you don't get You've got what I can't yet I'll do it, you don't fret Can't always want what you get I've got what you don't get You've got what I can't yet I'll do it, you don't fret Can't always want what you get Oh yeah, guess that's okay But no, you don't have to swallow Just because I'm paranoid Doesn't mean I'm not being followed Lately I'm slightly slickdecksick I say things like Curring pat Eh, do I like MGMT? I don't know How do you spell that? I'm a boy, I read prose You're a girl, you stand and pose You're with me when I spin tracks I'm with you when you get waxed I know it seems surreal I can feel what you can't feel I can feel what you can't feel In a minute it's making sense I could be your peak experience I've got what you don't get You've got what I can't yet I'll do it, you don't fret Can't always want what you get I've got what you don't get You've got what I can't yet I'll do it, you don't fret Can't always want what you get Oh yeah, guess that's okay Like seeing things that are not there But no, I'm not whatever-they-call-it Sometimes I just like to swear You like things you get for free Well, I like phones that ring for me I say "Hey grandma, bouffe-ma-chatte, You-horse-cock-mother-fucker, I'd love to come for tea" I'm in a hurry, I'm not stressed Wearing black, I'm not depressed I know it seems surreal I can feel what you can't feel I feel what you can't feel In a minute it's making sense I think your peak experience I've got what you don't get You've got what I can't yet I'll do it, you don't fret Can't always want what you get I've got what you don't get You've got what I can't yet I'll do it, you don't fret Can't always want what you get I fly a plane into you You fly a plane into me I fly a plane into you You fly a plane into me I fly a plane into you You fly a plane into me I fly a plane into you You fly a plane into me
Writer(s): Tobias Jundt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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