Loud Family
Loud Family - I'm Not Really A Spring songtekst
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Look at all these kids acquiring shame at such a tender age A lifetime free of bitter days in store Self-effacing, model social lives Don't people ever slowly rot inside their own world anymore? I don't pitch the case for isolation But there's one 'okay' and then some other 'okay' For the sake of the people you tell Hi, I'm Silent Steve--or Chatty Charles--I'll take requests What kind of numbers do you think I'm going to need? Find who want to test themselves and come on like a sharpened pencil Work inside the lines of someone's greed I can't sit and make myself want nothing But I won't go knocking doors to find out How many tickets to me I can sell They think I'm banging Anabelle and it's not going well Stop this line of questions, I can't really say what I mean Think I'm bragging, Anabelle, and it's not show and tell Stop this documentary, I'm not really a spring Making nice to girls, not knowing they'd prefer a thoughtless bastard Widening the old discrepency Something pulls your body, draws your lips like an electromagnet How could I suppose it might be me? Still, every eighteen months I wonder Why don't we just, if we're so free to, And what would stop us from getting right up And have we been so easily satisfied for so long? Except each eighteen months or so I think again Why don't we say "thank God there's still time"-- We were just lying down, but they'll say that we fell They think I'm banging Anabelle and it's not going well Stop this line of questions, I can't really say what I mean Think I'm bragging, Anabelle, and it's not show and tell Stop this documentary, I'm not really a spring