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letra de jager - hi, i'm chris

[intro]
doo, do do (do, do do)
what do we do with a drunken sailor?
what do we do with a drunken sailor, oh
oh, yeah, yeah (oh, yeah)
showtime

[verse 1]
jagermeister
h-llo, i’m kinda drunk, and well, i think i thunk
about you way too much today, and so i raise some sunshine, but
get it? like, rays of sunshine (oh, i get it)
but also raise as in bring up (okay)(good one)
anyways, look
your hair’s a cup of coffee with a splash of half n’ half
and i’m half-assed to rap, my dad’s so proud of all this f-ckin’ cr-p
and your eyes, bluer than the neon in the diner (true)
out in jefferson, and blue’s your favorite color (oo)
which you don’t have to confess again to me, colorly enthused when
the bluеs is what i am singin’ to you

swan songs from a raven lunatic up off the powerlinеs (bzzt)
and nevermore will i… uh… (what?)(uh, yo)
let you pay for dinner, quoth me on it, po dameron (yo yo yo)(yo, nice, oo)
out here flying x-wings up into your heart, no solo, i’m a sinner (pew, pew, pew)
breadwinner, and i am crummy to say the least, but i rise like yeast
when you arrive at this wookie-lookin’ guy’s door like beauty and the beast

[interlude 1]
you make me smile, all the while, i have seen your face
and you try to hide it behind your phone case (disgrace)

[verse 2]
did i say the line about the coffee yet? i thought you’d like it (yup)(yeah)
considering i always pick you up from starbucks and your lucky star was always shining (true)(uh huh)
no johnny football comin’, seem to like you, just a thought (yeah, yeah)(uh huh, uh huh)
i wish i could say the other l-word i tend to think about a lot (uh)

not lesbians, either (what?)(heh)
get it? (wait)
a-a-actually that scott pilgrim joke is really funny (oh oh oh, yeah yeah yeah)(not really)
may- (it’s, it’s okay)
maybe i’ll, put it in (please don’t)(why not?)
[interlude 2]
ah, f-ck (chika chika, chika chika)
i had gum in my mouth this whole time (yeah)(hey)

[verse 3]
put it in park, with you upon my couch at dark
and watch the bulbs in my room burn out
and maybe we sing some mac demarco (oh!)
remark upon the way we were dorks entwined by carnegie
we don’t get that much practice, but i’ll hold your hand, in sparks you’ll see
you’re the only person who’s believable when you say you believe in me
and we will battle to walk up this road like it was victory (ba da ding)
and that’s a pokemon joke, you don’t get that (mhm)(true)
my heart’s beating way too f-ckin’ fast (bum, bum, bum)

and, anyways, i think this song needs a hook
the way that my life dug into yours ever since i gave you that creepy look
while i was fever trippin’, made me an easy target
for whatever strange god’s arrow hit me, ’cause now i’m off the market (shyoo)
you find all of my pieces and make me whole
like you’re a gatherer, it’s true, and i’m no master hunter but
you’re my boo thang, and i miss you too
(i said boo) love your (thang) jagermeister (jager)(jagermeister)

[interlude 3]
yeah, give me one more shot, oh, one more shot
give me one more shot to be
and if we both black out, oh, both black out
and wake up with no memories
well, at least we’ve got each other
to fill us in
yeah, at least we’ve got each other
to fill us in, to fill us in

[outro]
yeah, at least we’ve got each other
sorry

- hi im chris

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