Date Night
In the Orange County Social Club
We each set out our cases
You said I guess I'll show you the ropes
Let the nickels mark the bases
How much is the membership
We'd like to stay around
You address the bar tell me what is there to do
In this college town
Sat on velvet sofas
You say I don't make the rules
I offer up my Allen key
You say it's good to carry tools
Catch your eye in sequences
And only pot the white
We've been drinking all week long
But something bout tonight
Why are you so fucking happy
Saw you dancing in the canteen
I just wanna devastate you
Everything else seems to make you cry
Why don't I
Right across the bar
The keeper lets us be
You tell me you got all the memos baby
I got the receipts
Trying out my accent
You say I hope you don't mind
Cowboy hats like that one
Aren't too hard to find
I pick up one of those books
You keep rolling out
You say that'll radicalise you babe
Oh that'll make you shout
Oh you wanna hear me shout?
Huh
Why are you so fucking happy
Saw you dancing in the canteen
I just wanna devastate you
Everything else seems to make you cry
Why don't I
Why you gotta be that way
I can't stand the racket
You look so much like a child
In that old jean jacket
Next time that you see me
I'll be swaying softly
We could pool some money
Fly in for the Christmas party
We each set out our cases
You said I guess I'll show you the ropes
Let the nickels mark the bases
How much is the membership
We'd like to stay around
You address the bar tell me what is there to do
In this college town
Sat on velvet sofas
You say I don't make the rules
I offer up my Allen key
You say it's good to carry tools
Catch your eye in sequences
And only pot the white
We've been drinking all week long
But something bout tonight
Why are you so fucking happy
Saw you dancing in the canteen
I just wanna devastate you
Everything else seems to make you cry
Why don't I
Right across the bar
The keeper lets us be
You tell me you got all the memos baby
I got the receipts
Trying out my accent
You say I hope you don't mind
Cowboy hats like that one
Aren't too hard to find
I pick up one of those books
You keep rolling out
You say that'll radicalise you babe
Oh that'll make you shout
Oh you wanna hear me shout?
Huh
Why are you so fucking happy
Saw you dancing in the canteen
I just wanna devastate you
Everything else seems to make you cry
Why don't I
Why you gotta be that way
I can't stand the racket
You look so much like a child
In that old jean jacket
Next time that you see me
I'll be swaying softly
We could pool some money
Fly in for the Christmas party
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Writer(s): Gemma Catherine Doherty, Morganaigh Margaret Macintyre
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