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by windmotionless

by windmotionless

All The Pretty Girls

All the pretty girls on a Saturday night.

So I call your name, cross my fingers
Uncross the others, hesitate.
Oh, I don't think straight with nothing to prove.

I don't wanna say I'm leaving
I will stay until the weekend.
And you can take all your things;
The boxes and rings and get going.

'Cause I've been waiting for...

All the pretty girls on a Saturday night.
Let it be, you'll come to me with the look in your eyes.
Will you break and take all the words from my mouth?
I wish all the pretty girls were shaking me down.

So I call (I call) you out (out, baby)
Just to feel a little bit better about myself (he does)
I do (you do), baby, I do, I do, I do
Until their lips start to move,
And their friends talk music
I say, "I've never heard the tune."
But I have, I just hate the band
'Cause they remind me of you.

Every single night ends up the same,
I don't say much at all, but I bring up your name.
(Over and over and over)
I think it's striking me out.

All the pretty girls on a Saturday night
Let it be, you'll come with me with the look in your eyes.
Will you break and take all the words from my mouth?
I wish all the pretty girls were shaking me down.

But not you,
You still wear boots and your hair is too long
And then this one doesn't want to admit she's fallen in love
Oh c'mon, oh c'mon, what's a boy to do
When all the pretty girls can't measure to you?

I don't understand your reasons
Please just stay over the weekend
You can't take all those things
That define you and me
Everything we've become,
You're all that I need
Please don't make me face my generation alone.

All the pretty girls on a Saturday night.
Let it be, you'll come with me with the look in your eyes.
Will you break and take all the words from my mouth?
I wish all the pretty girls were shaking me down.

But not you,
I feel your faith is destroying the world
And then this one never really understood
The 80's is over and done
Oh C'mon, what's a boy to do
When all the pretty girls can't measure to you?

Say, all the pretty girls on a Saturday night
All the pretty girls on a Saturday night
All the pretty girls on a Saturday night
All the pretty girls on a Saturday night

Why am I the One?

I got enough on my mind
That when she pulls me by the hair,
She hasn't much to hold onto.
She keeping count on her hand:
One, two, three days that I've been sleeping on my side.

I finish kissing my death,
So now I head back up the steps
Thinking about where I've been.
I mean the sun was never like this.

I wanna feel with the seasons.
I guess it makes sense.
'Cause my life's become as vapid as
A night out in Los Angeles,
And I just wanna stay in bed

and hold you like I used to.
You know that I am home.
So, darling, if you love me,
Would you let me know?

Or go on, go on, go on, if you were thinking that the worst is yet to come
Why am I the one always packing up my stuff?
For once, for once, for once I get the feeling that I'm right where I belong.
Why am I the one always packing up my stuff?

She got enough on her mind
That she feel no sorrow.
I let my fate fill the air,
So now she rolling down the window.
Never been one to hold on
But I need a last breath.
So I ask if she remembers when
She used to come and visit me.
We were fools to think that nothing could go wrong.

Go on, go on, go on, if you were thinking that the worst is yet to come
Why am I the one always packing up my stuff?
For once, for once, for once I get the feeling that I'm right where I belong
Why am I the one always packing up my stuff?

I think I kinda like it but I might have had too much.

I'll move back down
To this western town.
When they find me out,
Make no mistake about it.

I'll move back down
To this western town.

Go on, go on, go on, if you were thinking that the worst is yet to come
Why am I the one always packing up my stuff?

I think I kinda like it but I might have had too much.
I'll move back down...

Take Your Time (Coming Home)