Expensive Tastes Cold War Kids
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[Verse 1]
Strings attached, fake eyelashes
Broke apart the piggy bank for petty cash
Sensitive sister, blush and don't stare
Watch the children squabblin' in the square
Tip my hat, low windows
Once I saw you naked, there was nothing to show
Piano plays, sonata tempo
Of all the girls in our class she's the most refined
[Chorus]
I'd like to be there in the morning when you wake up
May be pipe dreams, but come Easter we could pack up
I'd like to be there in the morning when you wake up
May be pipe dreams, but come Easter we could pack up
[Verse 2]
I'd like to show up at your doorstep
Wearing the winter tie my neighbor tied
And meet your family, compliment cookin'
Drink the beer that your uncles are brewin'
Flat out refused to take that job
Just because i'm poor don't mean I can't be a snob
Strawberry hair, fair freckled skin
Waiting like a creep outside cotillion
Shy expression, shawl on her shoulders
Bought this house with money that your grandfather stole
Much too young, save imagination
Ruined an elegant girl's reputation
Strings attached, fake eyelashes
Broke apart the piggy bank for petty cash
Sensitive sister, blush and don't stare
Watch the children squabblin' in the square
Tip my hat, low windows
Once I saw you naked, there was nothing to show
Piano plays, sonata tempo
Of all the girls in our class she's the most refined
[Chorus]
I'd like to be there in the morning when you wake up
May be pipe dreams, but come Easter we could pack up
I'd like to be there in the morning when you wake up
May be pipe dreams, but come Easter we could pack up
[Verse 2]
I'd like to show up at your doorstep
Wearing the winter tie my neighbor tied
And meet your family, compliment cookin'
Drink the beer that your uncles are brewin'
Flat out refused to take that job
Just because i'm poor don't mean I can't be a snob
Strawberry hair, fair freckled skin
Waiting like a creep outside cotillion
Shy expression, shawl on her shoulders
Bought this house with money that your grandfather stole
Much too young, save imagination
Ruined an elegant girl's reputation
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