Emily Orphan
Don’t touch me
I came to listen to d-beat and to drink iced tea
I look pretty
In a way that doesn’t make me feel like me
Hey there babe
We can dance together and go back to my place
Not to get laid
I wanna show you all my records and cassette tapes
Bass and guitar in your moms three car garage
40 ounce and zines, kicking cans up and down the street
Holes in our jeans, but we dont care about what they think
40 ounce and zines, kicking cans up and down the street
Don’t touch me
We’re shooting fireworks through windows that look еmpty
My mom’s mad at me
I haven’t made it back homе in three weeks
Slept on the couch
Around the corner of that spooky haunted haunted house
Now it’s time to go out
And see the band that came from way out of town
Bass and guitar in your moms three car garage
Cigarettes and zines, kicking cans up and down the street
Holes in our jeans, but we dont care about what they think
40 ounce and zines, kicking cans up and down the street
Don’t touch me
I came to listen to d-beat and to drink iced tea
I look pretty
In a way that doesn’t make me feel like me
It doesn’t make me feel like me
Doesn’t make me feel like me