she thinks she knows it all she’s on that pedestal but we all know she’s bound to fall and she knows, yeah, that we know, think she can’t she thinks it’s all good i swear she thinks, that she’s misunderstood but we know, yeah, that she knows, that she ain’t
and it just feels like she don’t give a damn, she don’t give a damn she just wants to throw up her hands and dance she wants to move, on that empty avenue she wants to groove, on that empty avenue
she says she loves this song because it makes her feel like nothing in her life is wrong but it is, and she just wants to get away so she lives under the snare and the 808 this is home, she said it gives her reassurance she’s not alone heart beat parallel to the metronome no kind of drug, can get her up nothing else can take her higher, she just wants that synthesizer
she don’t give a damn, she don’t give a damn she just wants to throw up her hands and dance she wants to move, on that empty avenue she wants to groove, on that empty avenue
her story ain’t that different from your average girl just trying to survive, in this average world trapped under, the city lights chasing, chasing, that city life it’s the melody that keeps her sane hides inside the movement just to numb the pain if only she would go home, what she would gain but she don’t ever listen to me anyway
she don’t give a damn, she don’t give a damn she just wants to throw up her hands and dance she wants to move, on that empty avenue she wants to groove, on that empty avenue
she don’t give a damn, she don’t give a damn she just wants to throw up her hands and dance she wants to move, on that empty avenue she wants to groove, on that empty avenue
so whatchyou gone do? when the song fades? never too late to turn back, going the wrong way, the wrong way so whatchyou gone do? when the song fades? never too late to turn back, going the wrong way, the wrong way
she don’t give a damn, she don’t give a damn she just wants to throw up her hands and dance she wants to move, on that empty avenue she wants to groove, on that empty avenue
she thinks she knows it all she’s on that pedestal but we all know she’s bound to fall and she knows, yeah, that we know, think she can’t she thinks it’s all good i swear she thinks, that she’s misunderstood but we know, yeah, that she knows, that she ain’t