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She Doesn't Get It
All the girls pose the same for pictures
All the boys have the same girl's hair.
And I am bored because I feel much older,
Look at me as if I got a reason to stare.
But you talk so loud, that it calms me down.
You're crying, let's make a toast.
She says she's leavin on a Sunday,
Oh that leaves me one more night.
Can I take you home?
I know it's wrong, but I know your type.
She says she's leavin on a Sunday,
I don't care I need to know where to turn.
I tried it once it never caught on,
I was the only one who got burned.
I've read every word you've said,
From a poster of a cat.
Four books look across your sofa,
I thought your coffee table was more
clever than that.
It gets worse once we get to her room
she stops and she sings ?do do do do do do do do?
I claim ?New Religion? is my song,
She doesn't get it,
It's all before she's born.
And you lock your door,
Like I've been here before.
I feel like I've seen a ghost.
She says she's leavin on a Sunday,
Oh that leaves me one more night.
Can I take you home?
I know it's wrong, but I know your type.
She says she's leavin on a Sunday,
I don't care I need to know where to turn.
I tried it once it never caught on,
I was the only one who got burned.
I was the only one who got burned.
Suddenly between sheets and eyelids,
I am reminded why I don't do this.
I fall in love far too quickly,
I never want her to forget me.
When you're gone,
Will you call?
Will you write?
She says she's leavin on a Sunday,
Oh that leaves me one more night.
Can I take you home?
I know it's wrong, but I know your type.
She says she's leavin on a Sunday,
Oh that leaves me one more night.
Can I take you home?
I know it's wrong, but I know your type.
She says she's leavin on a Sunday,
I don't care I need to know where to turn.
I tried it once it never caught on,
I was the only one who got burned
Ella no lo entiende
Todas las chicas representan el mismo para las fotos
Todos los chicos tienen el pelo de la misma chica.
Y me aburro porque me siento mucho más viejo,
Mírame a mí como si yo tengo una razón para mirar.
Pero usted habla tan fuerte, que me calme.
Estás llorando, vamos a hacer un brindis.
Ella dice que ha leavin en un domingo,
¡Oh, que me deja una noche más.
¿Puedo llevarte a casa?
Yo sé que está mal, pero sé tu tipo.
Ella dice que ha leavin en un domingo,
No me importa lo que necesito saber a dónde acudir.
Lo intenté una vez que nunca se puso de moda,
Yo era el único que se quemó.
He leído cada palabra que has dicho,
Desde un cartel de un gato.
Cuatro libros se ven a través de su sofá,
Pensé que su mesa de café era más
inteligente que eso.
Pero hay algo peor una vez que lleguemos a su habitación
se detiene y canta que "hacer hacer hacer hacer hacer hacer hacer hacer"
Yo reclamo "New Religion" es mi canción,
Ella no lo entiende,
Todo esto es antes de que nazca.
Y cierra la puerta,
Como he estado aquí antes.
Me siento como si hubiera visto un fantasma.
Ella dice que ha leavin en un domingo,
¡Oh, que me deja una noche más.
Lata
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
The Format
She Doesn’t Get It
She Doesn’t Get It
She Doesn't Get It
All the girls pose the same for pictures
All the boys have the same girl's hair.
And I am bored because I feel much older,
Look at me as if I got a reason to stare.
But you talk so loud, that it calms me down.
You're crying, let's make a toast.
She says she's leavin on a Sunday,
Oh that leaves me one more night.
Can I take you home?
I know it's wrong, but I know your type.
She says she's leavin on a Sunday,
I don't care I need to know where to turn.
I tried it once it never caught on,
I was the only one who got burned.
I've read every word you've said,
From a poster of a cat.
Four books look across your sofa,
I thought your coffee table was more
clever than that.
It gets worse once we get to her room
she stops and she sings ?do do do do do do do do?
I claim ?New Religion? is my song,
She doesn't get it,
It's all before she's born.
And you lock your door,
Like I've been here before.
I feel like I've seen a ghost.
She says she's leavin on a Sunday,
Oh that leaves me one more night.
Can I take you home?
I know it's wrong, but I know your type.
She says she's leavin on a Sunday,
I don't care I need to know where to turn.
I tried it once it never caught on,
I was the only one who got burned.
I was the only one who got burned.
Suddenly between sheets and eyelids,
I am reminded why I don't do this.
I fall in love far too quickly,
I never want her to forget me.
When you're gone,
Will you call?
Will you write?
She says she's leavin on a Sunday,
Oh that leaves me one more night.
Can I take you home?
I know it's wrong, but I know your type.
She says she's leavin on a Sunday,
Oh that leaves me one more night.
Can I take you home?
I know it's wrong, but I know your type.
She says she's leavin on a Sunday,
I don't care I need to know where to turn.
I tried it once it never caught on,
I was the only one who got burned
The Format
Ella no lo entiende
Ella no lo entiende
Ella no lo entiende
Todas las chicas representan el mismo para las fotos
Todos los chicos tienen el pelo de la misma chica.
Y me aburro porque me siento mucho más viejo,
Mírame a mí como si yo tengo una razón para mirar.
Pero usted habla tan fuerte, que me calme.
Estás llorando, vamos a hacer un brindis.
Ella dice que ha leavin en un domingo,
¡Oh, que me deja una noche más.
¿Puedo llevarte a casa?
Yo sé que está mal, pero sé tu tipo.
Ella dice que ha leavin en un domingo,
No me importa lo que necesito saber a dónde acudir.
Lo intenté una vez que nunca se puso de moda,
Yo era el único que se quemó.
He leído cada palabra que has dicho,
Desde un cartel de un gato.
Cuatro libros se ven a través de su sofá,
Pensé que su mesa de café era más
inteligente que eso.
Pero hay algo peor una vez que lleguemos a su habitación
se detiene y canta que "hacer hacer hacer hacer hacer hacer hacer hacer"
Yo reclamo "New Religion" es mi canción,
Ella no lo entiende,
Todo esto es antes de que nazca.
Y cierra la puerta,
Como he estado aquí antes.
Me siento como si hubiera visto un fantasma.
Ella dice que ha leavin en un domingo,
¡Oh, que me deja una noche más.
Lata
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
