It's a Pencil, What Did You Expect

Give me booze I hear some jazz I'm going to go start a fire
Give me paper I'm going to roll a blunt for both things I'll need a lighter
I hate the fact that I can't drink I'm a terrible dancer
I hate the fact I won't be here in spring, I'll be home making some pasta

Ah what kind of things were you expecting
Ah I thought it would last forever

Ah what kind of climate were you hoping
Ah how I wish that it was summer

Give me booze I hear some jazz I'm going to go start a fire
Give me paper I'm going to roll a blunt for both things I'll need a lighter
I hate the fact that I can't drink I'm a terrible dancer
I hate the fact I won't be here in spring, I'll be home making some pasta

Ah what kind of things were you expecting
Ah I thought it would last forever

Ah what kind of climate were you hoping
Ah I just wish that it was summer



Credits
Writer(s): Igor Panucci Czarneski
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