Feeling slick
For what it’s worth, we tried to give ‘em something that they’ll miss
Attention from some guy out on the corner looking in
He’d never do me wrong
That was quick, attention gone
Wander in
A mess inside, and loud enough where I don’t have to think
Mistook the raising voices for pretending
Till the fists fly, bullseye, hold him down
Snap back in, and haul him out
You didn’t know I had a
Sweet disposition till the moment
Missed and landed one on me
Bad condition, gotta go
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