Useless Talent #66
We're stuck on arms like track marks hooded under the hum of lamp posts
You're turning heads like a latch that stir boys like me
from their sleep
On, on tiptoes peeking in
On, on the high life
Til the blinds pull in, I'm just fine
Check, check, check the madness came with a mic stand
So graceful, so gutless
So graceful, so gutless
Seems everybody's got it down to this beat oh
And toms are drumming on the necks of
Little baby, can you keep your composure?
I think lost it on the lips of
"I just need to start over", said like a sinner in shallow water
Seeing pretty birds pick at the bones of bees, singing "Dance with me."
Tuck me in before the charm wears off
To bed with whoever just to get lost
I wanna be nothing more than something (something)
So graceful, so gutless
So graceful, so gutless
Seems everybody's got it down to this beat oh
And toms are drumming on the necks of
Little baby, can you keep your composure?
I think lost it on the lips of
So graceful, so gutless
So graceful, so gutless
Everybody's gotta dance to this beat, oh
And toms are drumming on the necks of
So graceful, so gutless
Seems everybody's got it down to this beat oh
And toms are drumming on the necks of
I think lost it on the lips of
You're turning heads like a latch that stir boys like me
from their sleep
On, on tiptoes peeking in
On, on the high life
Til the blinds pull in, I'm just fine
Check, check, check the madness came with a mic stand
So graceful, so gutless
So graceful, so gutless
Seems everybody's got it down to this beat oh
And toms are drumming on the necks of
Little baby, can you keep your composure?
I think lost it on the lips of
"I just need to start over", said like a sinner in shallow water
Seeing pretty birds pick at the bones of bees, singing "Dance with me."
Tuck me in before the charm wears off
To bed with whoever just to get lost
I wanna be nothing more than something (something)
So graceful, so gutless
So graceful, so gutless
Seems everybody's got it down to this beat oh
And toms are drumming on the necks of
Little baby, can you keep your composure?
I think lost it on the lips of
So graceful, so gutless
So graceful, so gutless
Everybody's gotta dance to this beat, oh
And toms are drumming on the necks of
So graceful, so gutless
Seems everybody's got it down to this beat oh
And toms are drumming on the necks of
I think lost it on the lips of
Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, David Tran
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