Picking up superfoxy chicks with the buds and digging the nerds.
lyrics
She’s lookin’ for a man-shaped distraction,
And she can bring ‘em down to their knees,
And, oh god, she be lookin in my direction,
Don’t mess this up cracker please.
So tell me Mr. Wingman, how does it go?
What’s your diagnosis? One, Two, Three Fo’ Sho!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
So, put on that cloche hat of yours.
And we’ll pretend there aint no hootch for miles.
We’ll teach these people how to swing,
Cause here’s the thing, we’re all corrupt gentiles.
So hold on to your hat girl and raise that pregame cup
For despite my nice boy attitude, I came here to
Fuck shit up!
And she knows the exact page where Dumbledore is killed by Snape
And somehow I think that’s cool.
And if I just ruined the book for you, it’s been out for like four or five years and you’re a tool.
Now I can’t mess this up no,
I can’t mess this up for heaven’s sake!
So why you think you dreaming girl?
I just pinched your ass, yeah, you’re awake.
credits
from Magazine Avenue,
released May 17, 2010
written by David:
