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letra de martin’s arm broke - sailor george

[intro]
um, hey guys, i just wanted to come out here and dedicate this song to one of my closest friends, my close buddy martin
he had a-
he had a terrible accident and this song is about that
it’s all about martin, there’s no other meaning about this song
yeah… yeah, that’s it
uh, yo

[chorus]
yuh, oh am i silly, baby?
oh, am i silly?
i don‘t need your opinion
yuh, oh am i silly, baby?
oh, am i silly?
i don‘t need your opinion
everybody‘s talking who‘s the rightest in the party
but you gotta understand another fella‘ yellin‘ sorry
i don‘t want to talk about it (talk about)
baby, i don‘t want to talk about it (talk about it)

[verse 1]
yeah, it was the first time it happened
never used to tinder, but i thought i had to dabble
a week, month later, a chick, we‘ll call, hannah
was messaging me up and she wanted a companion
funny as it is, i was flattered for the minute
she wasn‘t half too bad to begin with
that was my opinion then, so we connected soon as we could
got our phones linked and a link was sensational
innocense aside, i am blind to the women
blind in a different way, lemme say
i know what i‘m digging, i know what is lackin‘
romantic – that‘s the adjective i could relax in
soon as i saw her, sh-t was gonna happen
i knew i had an answer, d-mn, i‘m gonna bang her
but hang on, we gotta head slow
so we know where we gonna bleed on

[verse 2]
yo we scored seats at the can-can
hang-man plays while i fill in the canyon
tell me where you study? tell me what you know?
can i trust you with my secrets? yes or h-ll no?
i‘m sleek, she‘s a metronome, ticking like a bomb
i‘m talkative, she acting like a c-3po
heh, you‘re f-cking kidding me girl
no, you got me measuring hope
and now i wish i could exit, wish that i could go
there‘s some pizza on her face, what a steep deep slove
get up on my cell-phone, messaging the pope
i write „when can i leave, man i really dropped the soap“
he calls me, i grin, holy sh-t, is this a joke?
stand up from the f-cking table, grab my effin coat
„where you‘re going, george?“
i say i gotta bounce, ‘cause martin‘s arm broke

[outro]
yeah so
that’s the story, that’s the tragic story about
how martin, you know, had this terrible accident
i just had to leave
it was- it was f-cking tragic
it was terrible!
i feel really bad about it…
i’ll just f-cking stop, this is f-cking ridiculous, what am i even talking about?
no-no-no-no-no-no, go on, it sounds great
i mean you don’t look like an assh0l- who just f-cking ran away from a date because you’re a f-cking p-ssy then

- sailor george

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