Coming up in the radio silence happened to hear, how you've done nothing this year
But the same old boyfriend
At the ball game look at that tall thing up and then down, what a heavenly sound
As you cuss him out
Keep it up as if I would ever have a place for you, kickin' round in my room
Hold my hand as if I would ever let you be my man, catch on up if you can
Leave you beaming with every second just a walk away, fuckin' up a Thursday
Fuckin' up a Thursday
When I was looking at you I never saw another thing that I could need
Pictured all the fakes I'd have to be
Heavens up and go
When I was looking at you one morning I was on the fence to make a run
Fixed on all the things that made you fun
That've now grown old
Evened up before selling it
While away
I'm too shackled up to say
I'm a damn fool
Keep it up as if I would ever have a place for you, kickin' round in my room
Hold my hand as if I would ever let you be my man, catch on up if you can
Leave you beaming with every second just a walk away, fuckin' up a Thursday
compositores: Neil McCabe Smith, Peter Wilton, Michael Pascuzzi, Christopher Vanderkooy
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