She Doesn't Get It
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She Doesn't Get It

All the girls pose the same for pictures.
All the boys got the same girls hair.
Well I am bored cause I feel much older.
Look at me as if I got a reason to stare.
But you talk so loud that it calms me down.
You're crying, lets make a toast.

She says she's leaving on a Sunday.
Oh that leaves me one more night.
Can I take you home?
I know it's wrong, but I know you're type.
She says she's leaving on a Sunday and I don't care.
I need to know where to turn.
I tried it once, it never caught on.
I was the only one who got burned.

I've read every word you said from a poster of a cat.
Four books look across your sofa.
I thought your coffee table was more clever than that.
It gets worse once we get to her room.
She stops and she sings "Do-do-do-Do-do-do-do."
I claim New Religion's my song.
Oh she doesn't get it, it's all before she was born.
And you lock your door like I've been here before.
I feel like I've seen a ghost.

She says she's leaving on a Sunday.
Oh that leaves me one more night.
Can I take you home?
I know it's wrong, but I know you're type.
She says she's leaving on a Sunday and I don't care.
I need to know where to turn.
I tried it once, it never caught on.
I was the only one who got burned.
I was the only one who got burned.

Suddenly between sheets and eyelids,
I am reminded why I don't do this.
I fall in love far too quickly.
I'd never want her to forget me when you're gone.

Will you call?
Will you write?

She says she's leaving on a Sunday.
Oh that leaves me one more night.
Can I take you home?
I know it's wrong, but I know you're type.
She says she's leaving on a Sunday.
Oh that leaves me one more night.
Can I take you home?
I know it's wrong, but I know you're type.
She says she's leaving on a Sunday, I don't care.
I need to know where to turn.
I tried it once, it never caught on.
I was the only one who got burned.
I was the only one who got burned.
I was the only one who got burned.
I was the only one who got burned