Song Lyrics
Watch my head about it, i m drunk and wearing flip-flops on fifth avenue, all the city streets a wondrous chorus
Baby you said watch my head about it, baby you said watch my head about it
all these poses such beautiful poses
for to smoke the days away into the evenings
Ruined my mind like a snake in the orchard, as comparing our new brand name black sunglasses Wainwright, and i ve got my new red fetching leather jacket
Reclined amongst these packs of reasons, singing all these poses now no longer boyish Rufus, baby you said watch my head about it
and you said
My head about it, once you ve fallen from classical virtue
Reclined amongst these packs of reasons, as comparing our new brand name black sunglasses Rufus, oh no oh no no kidding
And you said watch my head about it, won t have a soul for to wake up and hold you
And i ve got my new red fetching leather jacket, baby you said watch my head about it, my head about it
my head about it
makes any boy feel like picking up roses
all these poses such beautiful poses
Ruined my mind like a snake in the orchard, and i ve got my new red fetching leather jacket
Life is a game and true love is a trophy, all the city streets a wondrous chorus Rufus, i did go from wanting to be someone now
for to smoke the days away into the evenings
Oh no oh no well you said, and i ve got my new red fetching leather jacket
Makes any boy feel as pretty as princes, singing all these poses now no longer boyish
oh no oh no oh no
won t have a soul for to wake up and hold you
All these poses of classical torture, and i ve got my new red fetching leather jacket Poses, the yellow walls are lined with portraits
Makes any boy feel as pretty as princes, baby you said watch my head about it
Life is a game and true love is a trophy, and i ve got my new red fetching leather jacket
All the city streets a wondrous chorus singing, the green autumnal parks conducting
My head about it, baby you said watch my head about it
Oh no oh no oh no, in the green autumnal parks conducting, all these poses of classical torture
Oh no oh no no kidding, my head about it, oh no oh no oh no
my head about it
all these poses such beautiful poses
watch my head about it
Once you ve fallen from classical virtue, reclined amongst these packs of reasons
oh no oh no oh no
my head about it
once you ve fallen from classical virtue
Once you ve fallen from classical virtue, all these poses such beautiful poses Poses, the yellow walls are lined with portraits