Song | She Don't Get It |
Artist | Huffamoose |
Album | I Wanna Be Your Pants |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Elkins | |
She don't get it | |
She don't get it | |
But then not many of us do | |
But we still try to fake it | |
You didn't hear that from me | |
You couldn't have, | |
I never say anything I don't mean, and I did mean to say that | |
*chorus* | |
And when you get confused pretty girl | |
Take a second pretty girl | |
And think about how strange it is, that you're a human being | |
And you're wearing shoes and undergear | |
Your neighbor has an accent dear | |
And he's living on a planet | |
That is suppended in an atmosphere | |
Just take a second and maybe you will find | |
A little piece of mind | |
From my balcony I witness | |
The end of the dayshift | |
Workers walking to their cars and | |
Barking their "see you laters" | |
In the distance I can hear | |
The freeway that they're now on | |
Locked inside their cars and barking at other drivers | |
Chorus | |
She don't get it | |
Silly little pretty girl she hasn't got a clue this one | |
I know this life isn't for real | |
I talk about the differences | |
In my series of short essays | |
But death is another subject | |
She flirts openly in space | |
Flirts with the cosmos | |
Shrinking suitors with her sharp tongue | |
But that's just the way she comes off | |
Chorus |
zuo ci : Elkins | |
She don' t get it | |
She don' t get it | |
But then not many of us do | |
But we still try to fake it | |
You didn' t hear that from me | |
You couldn' t have, | |
I never say anything I don' t mean, and I did mean to say that | |
chorus | |
And when you get confused pretty girl | |
Take a second pretty girl | |
And think about how strange it is, that you' re a human being | |
And you' re wearing shoes and undergear | |
Your neighbor has an accent dear | |
And he' s living on a planet | |
That is suppended in an atmosphere | |
Just take a second and maybe you will find | |
A little piece of mind | |
From my balcony I witness | |
The end of the dayshift | |
Workers walking to their cars and | |
Barking their " see you laters" | |
In the distance I can hear | |
The freeway that they' re now on | |
Locked inside their cars and barking at other drivers | |
Chorus | |
She don' t get it | |
Silly little pretty girl she hasn' t got a clue this one | |
I know this life isn' t for real | |
I talk about the differences | |
In my series of short essays | |
But death is another subject | |
She flirts openly in space | |
Flirts with the cosmos | |
Shrinking suitors with her sharp tongue | |
But that' s just the way she comes off | |
Chorus |
zuò cí : Elkins | |
She don' t get it | |
She don' t get it | |
But then not many of us do | |
But we still try to fake it | |
You didn' t hear that from me | |
You couldn' t have, | |
I never say anything I don' t mean, and I did mean to say that | |
chorus | |
And when you get confused pretty girl | |
Take a second pretty girl | |
And think about how strange it is, that you' re a human being | |
And you' re wearing shoes and undergear | |
Your neighbor has an accent dear | |
And he' s living on a planet | |
That is suppended in an atmosphere | |
Just take a second and maybe you will find | |
A little piece of mind | |
From my balcony I witness | |
The end of the dayshift | |
Workers walking to their cars and | |
Barking their " see you laters" | |
In the distance I can hear | |
The freeway that they' re now on | |
Locked inside their cars and barking at other drivers | |
Chorus | |
She don' t get it | |
Silly little pretty girl she hasn' t got a clue this one | |
I know this life isn' t for real | |
I talk about the differences | |
In my series of short essays | |
But death is another subject | |
She flirts openly in space | |
Flirts with the cosmos | |
Shrinking suitors with her sharp tongue | |
But that' s just the way she comes off | |
Chorus |