Lookout! Records Tryout Lyrics

All your rules for waking up are a mouthful and I know
You love to talk and chew on words but please listen to me girl:
Take me to a restaurant with old curtain tablecloths,
We'll change our names to skip the line and omit things.
Well I try to lie but I try not with you,
My white shirt’s stained through.
Trumped up blue crimes and wound up with you,
Our new board’s always bored.
I think we’ve got it now, Everything is holding out.
Say when we’ve had enough,
If you like you can scream it out,
And I’ll try my best with the mess I brought.
Found a list of Christian facts, half believed them, made the bed.
Got home late but blamed the stairs, I'd say sorry if I could
For my books and half the mess but you'll clean my half instead.
Trade me stares to pass the time and we'll watch the fan spin.

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