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I'm not the prettiest boy in the room
And looking 'round here I can see that neither are you
But I don't really care because I like how you move
So come and grab me close and I will show you my groove
And if this is gonna be a night that's one for the books
Then baby I don't give a damn about how anyone looks
'Cause you're the prettiest boy with me tonight
And you're the prettiest boy holding me so tight
And you're the prettiest boy in my arms
And you're the prettiest boy protecting me from the harm of lonely
I'm not the prettiest girl in the joint
And you, ha, let's not kid ourselves, but that ain't the point
Honey, I would bet my my drink that that don't matter to you
Cause the DJ's got us moving on her ones and her twos
And if you wanna pretend that we're the prettiest two
Then baby you can lie with me and I'll lie with you
'Cause you're the prettiest girl with me tonight
And you're the prettiest girl holding me so tight
And you're the prettiest girl in my arms
And you're the prettiest girl protecting me from the harm of lonely
So let's just stay and dance til there is nobody more
Just a DJ and you and me out on the floor
Til everyone pairs off to take either other home
We'll be the prettiest ones
We'll be the prettiest ones
Cuz you're the prettiest one with me tonight
And you're the prettiest one holding me so tight
And you're the prettiest one in my arms
And you're the prettiest one protecting me from the harm of lonely
(I'm not the prettiest boy in the room)
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2. |
Fake It
02:44
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I think the one that I’m into,
is not so much that into me.
I think the one that I’m into,
is not so much that into me.
So what are you gonna do but fake it?
So what are you gonna do but fake it?
Fake it all night
What are you gonna do but fake it?
Fake it all night long
All night long
All night long
I think the one that’s into me
Is not the one that I’m into
I think the one that’s into me
Is not the one that I’m into
So what am I gonna do but fake it?
So what am I gonna do but fake it?
Fake it all night
What are you gonna do but fake it?
Fake it all night long
All night long
All night long
I’m not all that into you
And I don’t think you’re into me
So why do we do the things we do?
Is it because we’re so lonely
So what are we gonna do but fake it?
So what are we gonna do but fake it?
Fake it all night
What are we gonna do but fake it?
Fake it all night long
All night long
All night long
All night long (so lonely)
All night long
All night long (so lonely)
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3. |
Hairbrush Microphones
03:05
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Well we would argue for hours
About who got to wear which dress
And who would dawn the flower crown
You last time, I digress
Then we’d put on our make up
Swappin’ eye shadows for the perfect blend
And we’d both insist that we each were a 6
And the other was a perfect 10
Cause it didn’t matter where we went
It didn’t matter what we’d do
My favorite, favorite part
Was just getting ready with you
We’d play an album by Robyn
Sing along in our hair-brush microphones
Ironically cause any night with you
I wasn’t dancing on my own
We’d pre-game on some vodka
Or with an acid cheap whiskey
Because to pay $12 bucks for
Rum and Coke is fuckin’ highway robbery
Next we’d hop on the subway
Still A-capelling to Call Your Girl
And then we’d take a couple selfies that we’d
Send to each other and never show the rest of the world
Cause it didn’t matter where we went
It didn’t matter what we’d do
My favorite, favorite part
Was just getting ready with you
We’d play an album by Robyn
Sing along in our hair-brush microphones
Ironically cause any night with you
I wasn’t dancing on my own
And now you’re gone of to some city where
The drinks aren’t quite so steep to go and follow your dreams
And I think about how we could still have that joy
If only you still want me
Cause it didn’t matter where we went
It didn’t matter what we’d do
My favorite, favorite part
My favorite, favorite part
Was just getting ready with you
It didn’t matter where we went
It didn’t matter what we’d do
My favorite, favorite part
My favorite, favorite part
Was just getting ready with you
We’d play an album by Robyn
Sing along in our hair-brush microphones
Ironically cause any night with you
I wasn’t dancing on my own
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4. |
TRASH!
04:23
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Harry was a gummed up wad of Big League Chew that stuck around after.
Michael was gone with the wind like a tumbleweed made out of fast food wrappers.
Chandler was broken glass that you tip-toed around so it didn't break faster
Doug was mold you forget about 'til you accidentally stuck your hand up in the rafters
All these boys I can't recycles, and they all seem good for nothing.
But when you're filling up the landfill, I guess you deserve what's coming
Men are trash with a stink you can never quite quit
Men are junk, always getting on your ass no matter where you sit
Men are garbage to be left on the corner for the DOS to clean
But if men are trash, what does that make me?
Derek was the dried out pen that fell behind the desk that he'd used to mark his scores.
Don ironically couldn't clean for shit and would never do his chores.
Stew was the dead-spent tube of the thing that worked as an antidote for bed sores.
Ken was a one-time-use spoon that somehow found its way back into my drawers.
All these boys I can't recycles, and they all seem good for nothing.
But when you're filling up the landfill, I guess you deserve what's coming
Men are trash with a stink you can never quite quit
Men are junk, always getting on your ass no matter where you sit
Men are garbage to be left on the corner for the DOS to clean
But if men are trash, what does that make me?
All these boys I can't recycles, and they're all just good for one thing
But when you're filling up the landfill, are you really even worth that lovin'?
Men are trash with a stink you can never quite quit
Men are junk, always getting on your ass no matter where you sit
Men are garbage to be left on the corner for the DOS to clean
But if men are trash, what the Hell, what the Hell, what the Hell does that make me?
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5. |
Tomorrows
01:57
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You know that i’ll still love you tomorrow.
And I know that you’ll love me tomorrow too.
But what if I don’t feel this way tomorrow?
And the next day we look for something new?
Every love I’ve had has had tomorrows
But every love I’ve had had a D.O.D
And I know that day for us won’t be tomorrow.
But still I fear it’s sneaking up on you and me.
Love it is a river of unknown flow
We chase it like children wondering where it goes
Might thin to a trickling stream or grow into a raging rapid
Or we may run out of strength, collapse, and never see what happens
What if I’m not the same tomorrow?
What if I turn into someone you can’t love?
Day by day I’m working out this sorrow
But will it leave you somewhere in the dust?
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6. |
Hints
05:25
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A coy smile at a night like a game show
It seems trivial there's nothing that I know
We leave as two to get food it's a cheap excuse
Can't feel my hands and I can't feel my own feet
Not sure if it's the cold cause it could be your heat
On bench in the dark we can let loose
Don't wanna fall but now I'm taking a big chance
Like how you tell me what I should do with my hands
Of all the punks in the bar why's it me you choose?
I like the way that you called me the next day
To tell me that your neck hurt in the best way
The two of us, no one knows, it's the way we cruise
At 2am we're on the roof
Check the door make sure we hide the proof
Sleep by my side hand on my chest
You know you're the first one since she left
The days are cold but you'll be getting me warn soon
And then we'll cry 'bout who we who we fucked in a dorm room
An ex girlfriend, the pain, it's the same we share
The sex is good but it feels like an opiate
We gotta leave but I'm not ready to go yet
And then kiss and it feels like it's honest care
We leave your place and we head to the subway
And I can't tell if this is this is mutual or one way
But we sit stiff in a crowd in a plastic chair
I get home and I barely can bare it
I'm up late and I'm dreaming of Paris
And what I'd do if I could spend a weekend there
I tried your clothes on in your room
Anything to drop some hints to you
I need you friendship not your squeeze
Help me to understanding me
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7. |
As It Changes
04:02
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What if I wanted to grow out my hair?
What if I wanted my legs to be bare
What if I wished that cheekbones were higher?
What if I wished for my hips to be wider
What if I wanted my skin to be softer?
What if I wanted my arms to be smaller
What if my chest were more soft than were firm?
Can you still love me, with all that I’ve learned?
Could you love this body as it changes?
Will you call me what I say my name is?
Would you regret the boy that you met?
Can you love the girl who wants the same thing?
Could you love this body as it changes?
Will you call me what I say my name is?
Would you forget the boy that you met?
If she were the girl who wants the same thing?
What if I get a voice as soft as my frame
And singing for you never quite sounds the same
Would the powder I put on up over my eyes
Casts shadows of doubt on the rest of our lives.
Would you still kiss my if lips if they were red?
If I left stains of pigment on the sheets on our bed?
If I asked for my keys from my purse as my nails dried
Would you still be mine would you still stand by my side?
Could you love this body as it changes?
Will you call me what I say my name is?
Would you regret the boy that you met?
Can you love a girl who wants the same thing?
Could you love this body as it changes?
Will you call me what I say my name is?
Would you forget the boy that you met?
If she were the girl who wants the same thing?
Would you call me pretty, when you once called me handsome
Could you take the lead when we both go out dancing
Would you stay on the phone as I walk home at night
And be patient with me, as I figure what's right
Could you love this body as it changes?
Are you ok with what this rearranges?
Would you regret the boy that you met?
Can you love a girl who wants the same thing?
Could you love this body as it changes?
Will you call me what I say my name is?
Would you forget the boy that you met?
If I were the girl who wants the same thing?
Could you love this body as it changes?
Could you love this body as it changes?
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8. |
The Charm
03:16
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First time you charmed me I was smitten through and through
It was butterflies around me, in my stomach, and I knew
I’d be pushing for more hours to be in and around you
And all the loneliness in my heart simply withered out of view
But things turned sour it was fighting every hour
And yet all I feared was the thought of you not here
And you held out open arms
So I walked back into your charms
Second time you charmed me I came running back with glee
I knew we learned from our mistakes and that was how it now would be
Besides you’d taken all the blame and hit the gavel, cleared my name
We were just kids but now we’re grown and I know how you felt the same
But then all our trash started hitting all our fans
And the patience we’d both build was wearing thin
And we took some time ‘til you ask “give it one more try?”
But I said, “no, I can’t, for me it’s just goodbye”
The third time ain’t the charm
The third time I just focus on the harm
So the third time I’ll be moving on
The third time, the third time, the third time ain’t the charm
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9. |
Down Tonight
03:36
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I can turn up the tough guy
And I can tighten the neck tie
Or I can let all my hair down
Be that pretty girl here from outta town
I can turn up the good time
I can turn up the drinks wine
I’ll be your the shot spilling over or the queer gone sober
Cause if I don't even know who I am I can be what you want.
So tell me what you need and baby that's what I've got
Please don't turn me, please don't turn me,
please don't turn me down tonight.
(I feel alone and tired. I feel alone and tired)
Please don't turn me, please don't turn me,
please don't turn me down tonight.
(I feel alone and tired. Is somebody out there? Won't somebody listen?)
Please don't turn me, please don't turn me,
please don't turn me down tonight.
(I feel alone and tired. I feel I won't regret you)
Please don't turn me, please don't turn me,
please don't turn me down tonight.
(I feel alone and tired. I feel alone and tired)
I can turn up the tragic
Or I can turn up the faggot
Or I can turn up the music
So we never have to talk and we can just
dance to it
I can turn up my trashy
Or I can turn up the classy
I can turn up the just friends
I can be how your nights end
I'm a one in a million, babe. There's eight like me in this town.
But none of them are around, none of them are around
Please don't turn me, please don't turn me,
please don't turn me down tonight.
(I feel alone and tired. I feel alone and tired)
Please don't turn me, please don't turn me,
please don't turn me down tonight.
(This place is void of all passion, if you can imagine. It's easy if you try)
Please don't turn me, please don't turn me,
please don't turn me down tonight.
(I feel alone and tired. Sick the tired. Sick of the vision)
Please don't turn me, please don't turn me,
please don't turn me down tonight.
(This room is made of a useless delusions. I miss you so much)
(This time, I miss you so much. I feel I won't forget you. Should I go back?)
Please don't turn me, please don't turn me,
please don't turn me down tonight.
(I feel alone and tired. I feel I miss you so much)
Please don't turn me, please don't turn me,
please don't turn me down tonight.
(I feel alone and tired. I feel sick of reminders.)
Please don't turn me, please don't turn me,
please don't turn me down tonight.
(I feel alone and tired. This time alone and tired)
Please don't turn me, please don't turn me,
please don't turn me down tonight.
(Is somebody out there? Won't somebody listen? I feel alone and tired.)
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10. |
Lie to You
03:16
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“Tell me where is the lie?” I said.
As you walked away from me for the last time from my bed
You dread,
What are you gonna do without me now you
Lost the place to hang your head?
Instead,
you're acting like was bride to be but I honey I won't wed
Just shed
You like a skin that I refuse to wear because of where we led.
I’ll never be your baby, never any if or maybe
moving on to bigger places looking out for different faces
This is my closing statement we were never meant for greatness
And none of this is news or breaking
"When did I lie to you? Lie to you-u-u?
I never said I’d die for you, die for you,
I always gave it to you straight from the get go
"At any given point I might be ready to let go.”
So when did I lie to you?
“Gimme a chance,” you plead.
But I just wanna be somebody you want and the one you need,
For me,
I was just looking for Mr. Right Now and not the man of my dreams.
So please
Take all the things I never promised to you and get up, go, get, leave.
It seems
You got it twisted in the way that I act and my priorities.
I’ll never be your baby, never any if or maybe
moving on to bigger places looking out for different faces
This is my closing statement we were never meant for greatness
And none of this is news or breaking
"When did I lie to you? Lie to you-u-u?
I never said I’d die for you, die for you,
I always gave it to you straight from the get go
“at any given point I might be ready to let go.”
So when did I lie to you?
When did I lie to you, lie to you?
I never said I'd die for you, die to you
I don't had the time for you, time for you
And I just can't confide in you, confide in you
I gave a solid try for you, try for you
I'm not the type to sigh for you, sigh for you
So now it's a goodbye to you, goodbye to you
And everything that we tried to do, tried to do
So tell me, where is the lie?
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11. |
The Last Time
03:15
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So she’s broken your heart
And you’re a boat out at sea
You think you wanna fresh start
And so you’re looking at me
You think you know what I want
But baby you’re on your the fence
And you just wanna go go go go go
Without any consequence
You want a girl who don’t care
You want a boy who’s immune.
You’re walking through hall
Of mirrors so you can learn and trying to leave too soon
Don’t you know I love how you talk about us
But baby those words are dangerous
And I know how to tell love even ‘fore it’s landed
And I know how to tell myself when I’m taken for granted
I swear this is the last time
I ever let you treat me like a pastime
I’m not some lover for when you feel fine
And I don’t take kindly that line
This is the last time. This is the last time
You need a way out
And so you’re calling my phone
Just want a body tonight
You’re bad a being alone
You know I’m looking for more
But you don’t do compromise
Yeah everything is “no, no, no, no, no”
Unless it’s just what you like
So get my name of your tongue
And take my shirt off your back
It’s clear the person that you think that you are
Is really all that you lack
I’m getting so sick of how you talk about me
Because you always keep an out for a place to flee
Now if you’re lookin’ for love baby oh that’s fine
But you better be clear don’t waste my time
I swear this is the last time
I ever let you treat me like a pastime
I’m not some lover for when you feel fine
And I don’t take kindly that line
if you can’t afford to tip then you can't afford to drink
if you can't afford to know then you can't afford to think
And if you can't afford to sleep then you can't afford to blink
And you know you shouldn't swim if to can't afford to sink
I swear this is the last time
I ever let you treat me like a pastime
I’m not some lover for when you feel fine
And I don’t take kindly that line
And I'm not just enough to get by
But you just ignore every damn sign
Cause I see your heart too, not just mine.
But you'll fail every time you don't try
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12. |
The Birthday Song
04:05
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I got a buddy who's a gemini
They really put in the time
Cuz every year you see this friend is mine
They party 5 until 9
We went out on the occasion
And now i need a vacation
Most people take a day and just reflect on the distance
But you, you take a month to celebrate your existence
I stayed out all night with you got totally smashed
How long does your mother fucking birthday last?
The weekend came and went still you're partying past
How long does your mother fucking birthday last?
Last Friday it came and this Friday it's back
How long does your mother fucking birthday last?
I'm two week in and now I'm starting to crash
How long does your mother fucking birthday last?
C'mon!
I got a lover who's a Capricorn
And late December's a mess
Hes popping bottles 'fore Christmas
For there it gets more intense
He'll take a break here for new years
But then it’s shots and a few beers
Some have just a dinner some a party with friends
But he'll go for a fortnight and a fortnight again
Every year I’m taken back
It’s a whole damn month of the zodiac
I stayed out all night with you got totally smashed
How long does your mother fucking birthday last?
The weekend came and went still you're partying past
How long does your mother fucking birthday last?
Last Friday it came and this Friday it's back
How long does your mother fucking birthday last?
I'm two week in and now I'm starting to crash
How long does your mother fucking birthday last?
C'mon!
Every year I’m taken back
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13. |
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You will not be left alone.
You are nothing without someone
You try hard to make me feel so undone
I know your ways
You never take “no” for an answer.
You creep in and kill just like a cancer,
and I’m counting my days.
You take it all.
You are the one thing I can’t live with.
You have no hands with which to give with.
All that you stole
I blame it all on the sorrow
I can’t wait to love you more tomorrow
Yes I see your ways.
You’re fading out.
All these days we come together (Eleven, eleven, eleven)
You know we’ll be so much better, aah.
(All these days we come together, (Eleven, eleven, eleven)
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
You will not be left alone.
Pain will some day strike your home.
Many times throughout your days
You will hurt in many ways.
A dear friend will stab your back
At time hop will greatly lack
One you love will break your heart
You will want to hit restart
You will not be left alone.
You will not be left alone.
You will not be left alone.
You will not be left alone.
You won’t fade out.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
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14. |
Gold Enough
03:12
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Never made a lot never got too far. I got gold enough in my cheap guitar.
Now I've been hurt, I could show you scars.
I found medicine in an old guitar.
Can't afford a doctor, no healing balms.
But I found strength in a country song.
Never wanted much of anything
But the strings I play and the song I sing
I don't care for the change I've earned a penny saved is a penny burned to me.
No shiny diamonds no fancy charms. I got gold enough in my lovers arms.
No locks on doors, burglar alarms
I feel safe enough in my lover's arms
When the oil's burned and the lights are dead.
I found heat enough in my lovers bed.
I couldn't buy him no wedding ring
But he heard love in the song I sing
My paycheck is a tight embrace
And my fortune is the smile on his face for me
God and me never got along.
So I put my own gospel in song
Never felt like I had anything
But a loving man and my six string
To hold on to them I'd do all I can
But if I had to pick one I'd keep the man
No shiny diamonds no fancy charms. I got gold enough in my lovers arms.
No locks on doors, burglar alarms
I feel safe enough in my lover's arms
When the oil's burned and the lights are dead.
I found heat enough in my lovers bed.
I couldn't buy him no wedding ring
But he heard love in the song I sing
My paycheck is a tight embrace
And my fortune is the smile on his face for me
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