Yeah, she draws cats on her knees
And yeah, she's got tattoo sleeves
Never has to say thank-you, but
She'll always say please.
Mind of a journalist
Because she asks the tough questions
Like "What's wrong with feminists?"
And "What are your intentions?"
She don't ask for anything;
Don't waste your money on diamond rings
Another bird with a broken wing
And that just makes it more
Terrible.
Hides starry-eyes behind her glasses
Well, I guess she needs to see
Stares right through her glasses
The way she stares right through me.
Been screwed over recently
But not in the way I think she'd love
Says "Life is sick and cruel to me."
Well, I guess she knows her stuff.
She don't ask for anything...
Goosey baby, so soft-spoken
She's perpetually heart-broken
Looks so cool yet she's still smoking
21 years--why is she smoking?
If I could tell her how I feel, she'd be annoyed
If looks could kill, we'd be destroyed
To girls like her, we're all just boys
To girls like her, we're all just boys.
She don't ask for anything...
(High school prom, it's the senior year
I thought that I would see you here
Woah, cheerleading captain
Oh no, what the hell happened?
Shotgun-wedding; I don't care
I saw you in your underwear).
credits
from All Aboard the Dream Train,
released November 22, 2013
Lyrics by Alexander Gates and Samuel Rogerson