♪ Frugal Father - Red Headed Hipster | Текст песни

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• ♪ Frugal Father
• Red Headed Hipster

I walk in with my hands on my hips
and a homemade whiskey-twist

I am just what you want
But I can't tell you what that is

And I don't plan on nothin'
that you can't fit in bottles

And that changes how
This all works out
Do you want some now?

I watched my heart fall apart
In the palm of my hands

Watching my own organs
Go in and out and in and out again and in
Walked your red headed friend

We stayed up late
Your roommate's eyes were kind of crooked
But we were both dancing pretty great

And no one thought about a thing
That wasn't in the room without blessing
And that was pretty great
Cause it's not cool to hate, No!

You were looking kind of smooth
From that side of the room
We don't have to be best friends
But I like your cardigan, let's dance

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