Sparks - Lighten Up, Morrissey | Текст песни

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• Sparks
• Lighten Up, Morrissey

She won't go out with me
No, she won't go out with me
'Cos my intellect's paper thin

She won't go out with me
No, she won't go out
Since my intellect's not like him

So lighten up, Morrissey

She won't hang out with me
No, she won't hang out
'Til my biting wit bites like his

She won't hang out with me
No, she won't hang out
'Til my quick retorts quick as his

So lighten up, Morrissey
Lighten up, lighten up
Lighten up, lighten up
Lighten up, Morrissey
Lighten up, lighten up
Lighten up, Morrissey

She won't have sex with me
No, she won't have sex
Unless it's done with a pseudonym

She won't do sport with me
No, she won't do sport
'Cos it's way, way too masculine, look at him

So lighten up, Morrissey
Lighten up, lighten up
Lighten up, lighten up
Lighten up, Morrissey
Lighten up, lighten up
Lighten up, Morrissey

I got comparisons coming out my ears
And she never can hit the pause
If only Morrissey weren't so Morrissey-esque
She might overlook my flaws

Lighten up, Morrissey
Lighten up, lighten up
Lighten up, Morrissey
Lighten up, lighten up
Lighten up, lighten up
Lighten up, Morrissey
Lighten up, lighten up
Morrissey

She won't dine out with me
No, she won't dine out
Since my t-bone steak is at fault

She won't dine out with me
No, she won't dine out
With a murderer passing salt (?)

Lighten up, lighten up
Lighten up, lighten up
Lighten up, Morrissey
Lighten up, lighten up
Lighten up, lighten up
Lighten up, Morrissey