Nice2MeetU
It's so embarrassing
I'm atrociously down
Put me out my misery
Just come and take me out
But that's just the way it goes,
I do everything til it hurts
I know it's true--this rodeo ain't my
First in line, just in time for winter again
It's just as well
It was so nice to meet you
I hope I never see you again
But for the third time this week you
You're looking at me like you're thinking the same things I am
And for the death of me
I just can't figure it out
Oh, my anatomy
The realest of rationals
But that's just the way I feel
God works in mysterious ways
We'll do just fine, but it really is
Such a shame that I'm
Open when I want to protrude
But you're open too
It was so nice to meet you
I hope I never see you again
But for the fourth time this week you
You're looking at me like you're thinking the same things I am
And if these pillows could talk
They'd make sure you couldn't walk the next day
Maybe if I had a collar on you
I'd be sure you wouldn't walk away 'cause
I love when you make me disappear
Makes me forget I wasn't ever really here
Sweet sublation hand it over here
Sweet Southern sin Jesus doesn't have to know
It was so nice to meet you
I just can't wait to see you again
'Cause at this same time next week you'll
Be looking at me like you're thinking the same things I am
It was so nice to meet you
I just can't wait to see you again
'Cause at this same time next week you'll
Be looking at me like you're thinking the same things I am
I'm atrociously down
Put me out my misery
Just come and take me out
But that's just the way it goes,
I do everything til it hurts
I know it's true--this rodeo ain't my
First in line, just in time for winter again
It's just as well
It was so nice to meet you
I hope I never see you again
But for the third time this week you
You're looking at me like you're thinking the same things I am
And for the death of me
I just can't figure it out
Oh, my anatomy
The realest of rationals
But that's just the way I feel
God works in mysterious ways
We'll do just fine, but it really is
Such a shame that I'm
Open when I want to protrude
But you're open too
It was so nice to meet you
I hope I never see you again
But for the fourth time this week you
You're looking at me like you're thinking the same things I am
And if these pillows could talk
They'd make sure you couldn't walk the next day
Maybe if I had a collar on you
I'd be sure you wouldn't walk away 'cause
I love when you make me disappear
Makes me forget I wasn't ever really here
Sweet sublation hand it over here
Sweet Southern sin Jesus doesn't have to know
It was so nice to meet you
I just can't wait to see you again
'Cause at this same time next week you'll
Be looking at me like you're thinking the same things I am
It was so nice to meet you
I just can't wait to see you again
'Cause at this same time next week you'll
Be looking at me like you're thinking the same things I am
Credits
Writer(s): Gillian Blutt
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