Pretty girl, wreckin' bar
Ra ra ra ra yeah you are
Growin' up, I'm twice the man
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah I am
The angel's game, F. Scott Fitzgerald,
The evening news and the morning herald,
I know they're not from very far,
Les femmes, les bars; c'est pas une joire
Where you been? You can't say?
Hey hey hey hey yeah you may
That might seem a bit below
No no no it's funny though
Let's go home, I think we oughtta
I know you're your mother's daughter
Well brought up and royal blue
But I haven't got the time for you
Finger pointing, pre-supposing
Watch out man the doors are closing
This is what you get when you turn your back
A clear blue sky turning dirty black
Ra ra ra ra yeah you are
Growin' up, I'm twice the man
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah I am
The angel's game, F. Scott Fitzgerald,
The evening news and the morning herald,
I know they're not from very far,
Les femmes, les bars; c'est pas une joire
Where you been? You can't say?
Hey hey hey hey yeah you may
That might seem a bit below
No no no it's funny though
Let's go home, I think we oughtta
I know you're your mother's daughter
Well brought up and royal blue
But I haven't got the time for you
Finger pointing, pre-supposing
Watch out man the doors are closing
This is what you get when you turn your back
A clear blue sky turning dirty black
song info:
Verified yes
LanguageEnglish
GenreAlternative, Rock, Indie
Rank−
Duration00:01:25
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AddedJanuary 6th, 2011
Last updatedMarch 23rd, 2012
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