Welcome to the Outskirt
No sidewalk, no sound, is there anything at all? There's not anything at all
No prospects, no grounds, to say anything at all, no not anything at all
Welcome to the outskirt, let's feel sorry now
Just outside my shirt, that's Acqua Di Gio
Oh, you must feel so proud to be
So in touch with everyone around you
But no one could live just south of town to you
And everyone will try to find a love in Palm Beach
So I can picture you just fine without me
And it looks like
No sidewalk, no sound, is there anything at all? There's not anything at all
No prospects, no grounds, to say anything at all, no not anything at all
Don't make me regret my running through your timeline this time
High ceilings in your head, in bed, at nite (let's get not)
Too in touch with everything around us
Or soon we'll both end up not the soundest
To each of them her own a counter-step for each kind
It's always one more rubberneck to change your mind
Right back to
No sidewalk, no sound, is there anything at all? There's not anything at all
No prospects, no grounds, to say anything at all, no not anything at all
No prospects, no grounds, to say anything at all, no not anything at all
Welcome to the outskirt, let's feel sorry now
Just outside my shirt, that's Acqua Di Gio
Oh, you must feel so proud to be
So in touch with everyone around you
But no one could live just south of town to you
And everyone will try to find a love in Palm Beach
So I can picture you just fine without me
And it looks like
No sidewalk, no sound, is there anything at all? There's not anything at all
No prospects, no grounds, to say anything at all, no not anything at all
Don't make me regret my running through your timeline this time
High ceilings in your head, in bed, at nite (let's get not)
Too in touch with everything around us
Or soon we'll both end up not the soundest
To each of them her own a counter-step for each kind
It's always one more rubberneck to change your mind
Right back to
No sidewalk, no sound, is there anything at all? There's not anything at all
No prospects, no grounds, to say anything at all, no not anything at all
Credits
Writer(s): Salvatore Demare
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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