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