Lyrics
Sunday night's a premonition
Photo booth left set to hearse
Just two absolute beginners
And, oh, we gotta find some place to hide
Yeah, a ballroom? A car?
You're oh so kisserable, so kisserable
Get me away from here, I'm dying
Give a piece or let me cry
Mirrors for kissing
Give me somewhere to hide
French exit, Irish good-, oh
So in satin and plaid
We bought a house in the plains
Started planning a long, long while ahead
You said to meet you there, but I got lost on the way
I'll be scratching at the holes in the gate
Eye contact on connecting trains
The last two seats to the play
Your mother said, "I don't believe they're married at all
Married at all, oh God"
Get me away from here, I'm dying
Give a piece or let me cry
Mirrors for kissing
Give me somewhere to hide
French exit, Irish goodbye
Get me out of here, I need to catch your breath
Where the words hang in the air
Somewhere colder, like the M.N.C.D.A 205.10
I think it over and over again
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