amazing songs that mean something to me,

Jul 15, 2004 21:54

I cashed in all my chips tonight
combed my hair to look just right
'Cause I've been thinking about you and me girl
And we've got something going on
You told me you can't wait to see me
But you didn't bother to even show up
This whole situation is incredibly typical
I should have seen it all along
(I should have seen it all along)
I should have seen it all along

It's girls like you that make me think I'm better off...
Home on a Saturday night
With all my doors locked up tight
I won't be thinking about you.... baby

You called me on the phone
But you don't even wanna talk
You're staring at me from across the room
But you turn your back when I walk up
We got inches away
And I never even got close
Your lipstick at home
Don't pick up the phone
Don't bother to look in my direction

It's girls like you that make me think I'm better off...
Home on a Saturday night
With all my doors locked up tight
I won't be thinking about you.... baby

Home on a Saturday night
With all my doors locked up tight
I won't be thinking about you.... baby

This isn't high school
This isn't high school
This isn't high school
This isn't high school
This isn't high school
This isn't high school
This isn't high school
This isn't high school
Forget everything you think you know about me

I'm better off...
Home on a Saturday night
With all my doors locked up tight
I won't be thinking about you.... baby

Home on a Saturday night
With all my doors locked up tight
I won't be thinking about you.... baby

Home on a Saturday night
With all my doors locked up tight
I won't be thinking about you.... baby

So, it's sad this doesn't suit you now,
and me fresh out of rope.
Please, ignore the lisp, I never meant to sound like this.
So take me and break me,
And make me strong like you.
I'll be forever grateful to this and you.

(Chorus)

It's only you, beautiful,
Or I don't want anyone.
If I can choose, it's only you.

Fix me to a chain around your neck
and wear me like a nickel.
Even new wine served in old skins
cheapens the taste.
I shot the pilot,
I'm begging you to fly this for me.
I'm here for you to use;
broken and bruised.
Do you understand?

(Chorus)

It's only you, beautiful,
Or I don't want anyone.
If I can choose, it's only you.

But how could I miscalculate?
Perfect eyes will have perfect aim.
If I could choose, it's only you.

We're wrecking
And I'm dry like a drum,
with springs to find.
I'll leave.
We're spending,
take our time in trials,
measured in miles.
We slave for days and weeks.

(Chorus)

It's only you, beautiful,
Or I don't want anyone.
If I can choose, it's only you.
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