She Doesn't Get It

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All the girls pose the same for pictures
All the boys got the same girls' hair
Well, I am bored cause I feel much older
I mean, as if I got a reason to stare

But you talk so loud
And it calms me down
You're crying Let's make a toast

She said she's leaving on Sunday
That leaves me one more night
Can I take you home?
I know it's wrong but I know your type
She said she's leaving on a Sunday
I don't care, I need to know where to turn
I tried it once, it never caught on
I was the only that got burned

I've read every word you said
From a poster of a cat
Four books lay across your sofa
I thought your coffee table was more clever than that

Gets worse once we get to her room
She stops and she sings
Doot doot doo doot doot doo doo doo
I claim New Religion is my song
She doesn't get it, it's all before she's born

And you lock your door
Like I've been here before
I feel like I've seen a ghost

She said she's leaving on Sunday
That leaves me one more night
Can I take you home?
I know it's wrong but I know your type
She said she's leaving on a Sunday
I don't care, I need to know where to turn
I tried it once, it never caught on
I was the only that got burned
I was the only that got burned

Suddenly between sheets and eyelids
I am reminded why I don't do this
I fall in love far too quickly
I never want her to forget me
When you're gone
Will you call?
Will you write?

She said she's leaving on Sunday
That leaves me one more night
Can I take you home?
I know it's wrong but I know your type

She said she's leaving on Sunday
That leaves me one more night
Can I take you home?
I know it's wrong but I know your type
She said she's leaving on a Sunday
I don't care, I need to know where to turn
I tried it once, it never caught on
I was the only one that got burned
I was the only one that got burned
I was the only one that got burned
I was the only one that got burned