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Just a Little Bit
03:18
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2. |
Fool Me Twice
02:35
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Lyrics
I don’t know how to write to a love song
I barely know how to be in love
But I think you’ve cast a spell on me
Cause you’re all that I’m thinking of
Cause if you said jump I’d say how high
If you said to the moon then I’d learn to fly
Wanted an early night but you called me at 2
I’d mess up my sleep schedule to talk to you
So leave me on read
Make me cry
Fill my belly up
With poison butterflies
Forget I exist
Ignore my advice
I’ll still insist
That you’re so nice
Go ‘head and fool me twice
I don’t know how to write a love song
Sorry if I sound trite and cliche
But I think you’ve put a curse on me
So I pray and pray and pray
Cause if you said stop I’d never go
If you said to chill I’d learn to go with the flow
Had shit to do but you called me at 2
I’d miss every deadline to talk to you
So leave me on read
Make me cry
Fill my belly up
With poison butterflies
Forget I exist
Ignore my advice
I’ll still insist
That you’re so nice
Go ‘head and fool me twice
Shame on you, shame on me
Boy, I’m the biggest dummy that you ever did see
Shame on me oh shame on you
For smiling at me the way you do
So leave me on read
Make me cry
Fill my belly up
With poison butterflies
Forget I exist
Ignore my advice
I’ll still insist
That you’re so nice
Go ‘head and fool me twice
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Hypnic Jerk
03:00
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Lyrics
A hypnic jerk is a brief and sudden involuntary contraction of the muscles of the body which occurs when a person is beginning to fall asleep, often causing them to awaken suddenly for a moment. Physically, hypnic jerks resemble the ‘jump’ experienced by a person when startled, sometimes accompanied by a falling sensation. Around 70% of people experience them at least once in their lives with 10% experiencing them daily.
My mattress has disappeared, I’m falling into the void
This happens so often at this point I’m just annoyed
Gonna get scraped up and sanded down with concrete and rock salt
Tripping over a sidewalk curb: anticipating the asphalt
Belly in my brain, heart in my throat
Seeing pure white static, hearing one long note
Knee bouncing faster than the speed of light
See, I’m trying to fall asleep but it’s miles past midnight
Oh boy, you’re so hypnotizing
A bit mesmerizing
And you’re kind of ruining my sleep
Cause you’re kinda charming
But it’s quite alarming
How you make my time feel so damn cheap
Cause you’re just a
Hypnic jerk
Ooooh
A hypnic jerk
Oooooh
A hypnic jerk
Stop jerking me around
The ground has opened from under me, I’m falling into the abyss
I had another stupid dream about another stupid kiss
I fall about 10 times a day, it’s a wonder I’m not dead,
In love, to pieces, down the stairs, and I guess even in my bed
Oh boy, you’re so hypnotizing
Totally mesmerizing
And you’re kind of ruining my life
Cause you’re more than charming
But it’s very alarming
How you put me through this gross teenage strife
But you’re just a
Hypnic jerk
Ooooh
A hypnic jerk
Oooooh
A hypnic jerk
Stop jerking me around
Hypnic jerk
Ooooh
A hypnic jerk
Oooooh
A hypnic jerk
Stop jerking me around
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4. |
How to Make Purple
02:48
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Lyrics
When I was six years old I fell in love
For a day
For a day
When she caught me staring at her face
I looked away
I looked away
We were sitting in a circle
Learning how to make purple
Well she wore red and I wore blue
So I thought I knew what to do
But I looked away
I looked away
And I’m still learning how to make purple
Won’t you teach me how to make purple?
When I was six years old I had no poise
Not much has changed
Not much has changed
I was scared of handsome girls and pretty boys
Nothing has changed
Nothing has changed
I started staring at her sneakers
As the teacher played disco on the speakers
Mine were blue, hers were red and white
I dreamt about those shoes again last night
But I’ve forgot her face
Cause I looked away
And I’m still learning how to make purple
Won’t you teach me how to make purple?
I thought that I knew
Just what to do
I thought making purple would be easy
Thought it was just red and blue
Nothing could be further from true
Thinkin ‘bout it all’s enough to make me queasy
And I’m still learning how to make purple
Won’t you teach me how to make purple?
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Dear Kim Possible
02:53
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Lyrics
Dear Kim Possible
I like you more than I thought possible
I don’t know what I’m feelin but I’m feelin it bad
And I miss you like crazy when you break for an ad
So dear Kim Possible
Come out of the TV, is that possible?
I don’t know how you do it but you got me in a trance
And I love you from your long red hair down to your cargo pants
Oh Kim Possible
I think I’m feeling the impossible...
If you wanted to beep me I’d buy a pager
If love’s a gamble I’d love to wager
If you wanted to call me I’d never hang up
I’d tell you you’re perfect and you’re doin a bang up
Job all the time fighting supervillain crime
You’re a basic average girl and I wish that you were mine
Don’t wanna feel this way my heart is a traitor
I guess I’ll deal with these feelings later
Dear Kim Possible
I promise I’m not gay that’s not possible
But my heart beats fast when i hear your theme song play
And I Kim I think I kinda wanna marry you one day
Oh Kim Possible
I think I’m feeling the impossible...
If you wanted to beep me I’d buy a pager
If love’s a gamble I’d love to wager
If you wanted to call me I’d I’d never hang up
I’d tell you you’re perfect and you’re doin a bang up
Job all the time fighting supervillain crime
You’re a basic average girl and I wish that you were mine
Don’t wanna feel this way my heart is a traitor
I guess I’ll deal with these feelings later
I’ll deal with these feelings later
But I’m way too busy right now
And when it comes to saying how I feel
I don’t think that I’d know how
I’ll deal with these feelings later
In another decade or so
When all of a sudden I’ll figure it out
Oh so that’s why I loved that show
Oh Kim Possible
I am feeling the impossible…
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Lyrics
I’m sick of falling in love with the idea of people
I’d like to love a person instead
Doesn’t have to be today doesn’t have to be tomorrow
Just preferably before I’m dead
And I don’t care about the color of your hair
Where you’re from, your gender, or your sign
I mean, preferably not a pisces but paupers can’t be picky
I’d just like... someone... to be mine
All my friends have somebody to kiss
And all my friends have somebody to miss
They call me the nicest girl they’ve ever met
So why I haven’t I found somebody yet?
So here’s my sad bitch ukulele love song
Hear my my sad bitch ukulele love song
Pay attention to my ukulele love song
‘Bout wanting somebody to love
Ba-pa-da-dum
Dum-dum
Ba-pa-da-da-da-da-da-dum
It’s easy to fall in love with the idea of people
But for the real deal I’m going in blind
When I like somebody I’ll imagine getting married
But the thought of a date never crosses my mind
And all my friends have somebody to hold
Their hands in the winter when their fingers get cold
They call me the kindest girl they’ve ever met
So why I haven’t found somebody yet?
So here’s my sad bitch ukulele love song
Hear my my sad bitch ukulele love song
Pay attention to my ukulele love song
‘Bout wanting somebody to love
Ba-pa-da-dum
Dum-dum
Ba-pa-da-da-da-da-da-dum
Oh find me somebody to love
That’s how the old song goes
Oh find me somebody to love
My heart’s echoin’ the radio
So here’s my sad bitch ukulele love song
Hear my my sad bitch ukulele love song
Pay attention to my ukulele love song
‘Bout wanting somebody to love
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7. |
Balcony Scene
03:47
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Lyrics
Bright angel, bright angel
I profane with my unworthiest hand
You - bright angel, my angel
Two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
On a precipice, on a ledge
On a balcony, on the edge
Of something
Can I tell you something?
I want a balcony scene
I want poetry and prose and perfection
I want a balcony scene
Is it so wrong to be wanting some affection?
But that pretty day will ne’er be mine
Cause baby I’m just Rosaline
I know I’m not the kind of girl you usually see on screen
But I still want a balcony scene
Bright angel bright angel
Call me love and I’ll be new baptized
Bright angel, my angel
Save me from the peril of your eyes
We’re falling from up high
But with love’s light wings we could fly
Or something
Can I tell you something?
I want a balcony scene
I don’t care if the ending’s kinda tragic
I want a balcony scene
Just one moment that feels a bit like magic
I know Romeo and Juliet wind up dead
But they still have the sweetest lines I’ve read
And I know this sounds like the logic of a stupid wide-eyed teen
But I still want a balcony scene
I want a balcony scene
I want poetry and prose and perfection
I want a balcony scene
I want that literary style cosmic connection
I want the type of love that isn’t real
Cause I don’t like the love I feel
There are days when the thought of romance makes me feel unclean
But I still want a balcony scene
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Lyrics
I’m tired of writing love songs
About pining and wanting and yearning
I’m tired of being self reflective
About all that I am still learning
I’m tired of spending all my time
On romantic words that straine to rhyme
Oh won’t someone write a love song about me?
It doesn’t even have to be a very good song
If someone tried that would be enough
As long they included like one fact about me
All the rhymes could be awkward and rough
It doesn't have to be A Case of You
Or comparable to anything off of Blue
Oh won’t someone write a love song about me?
Sometimes I try to convince myself
When I’m lonely and alone
That I’m in love with one of my friends
It’s not a practice I condone
Of course, when I see them, I remember I’m not
But I’m dying for romance and this is all I got
Oh won’t someone just write a love song about me?
I’m tired of writing love songs
No one ever writes one back
My standards are slipping by the minute
I don’t care if it’s cliche or hack
Feel free to plagiarize
Or fill every single verse up with lies
I’d even accept one from my friends
Just pretend that you’re in love with me till the song ends
Oh won’t someone write a love song about me?
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