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letra de gen y trophy wife - 4 star view

you hit the snooze, 6:22, he needs some time to come around
he’s on the edge of the bed, slipped on shoes
trying to make his way out
isn’t that the shirt you wore last night all covered with scuzz and neon light?

hey, i know you’ve done this kind of thing before
he’s trying to glide, not letting his feet touch the floor
his afterglow of pride, i guess he ignored your bedside knife
and your notched up headboard

you’ve got your daddy’s eyes and car, his money, and his loose sense of ethics
you live rent-free inside his house, if it’s love, then it’s not pathetic
between the coffee houses and bars, the pharmacies and missed phone calls
between the clubhouse and bars, he still thinks that you’ll go far

hey, i think you might’ve done this kind of thing before
he’s trying to guide, however much he can afford
he beams with pride, but i guess he ignored
your ditzy smile and your notched up headboard

the only thing you’re teasing is your hair
those damaged goods wouldn’t even fly at the county fair
you win awards now gathering dust on a shelf
basically, what you saw all for yourself
you could have more than your sweet bedroom eyes
but you’ve become what you built up as a disguise
frustrated, she just wants to be appreciated
emaciated, can’t survive emanc-p-ted
hey, i know you’ve done this kind of thing before
you’d like to fly, but it’s just too much work
you pose to the side and like every night before
you roam the night to notch up your headboard

let’s keep it cool and collected
let’s keep you calm and copacetic
let’s try to be level-headed
all this hectic had to be just what you expected

hey, i know you’ve done this kind of thing before
your mastered shameful slither down an anonymous corridor
you caused a scene on the mezzanine and can’t go back anymore
another victim, suitors lining up at your door
and pining for your cure of lonesome and bored
think you’re clever but it’s a two-edged sword
your bough breaks and you crumble on the floor
don’t recover underneath your worn headboard

isn’t that the shirt you wore last night all covered with scuzz and neon light?

- 4 star view

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