Do It Again! You’re Not Making Me Want To Touch You!

You, Me, and Everyone We Know - Rock, Pop-Punk
Do It Again! You’re Not Making Me Want To Touch You!
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Duration: 2:44
Lyrics
Tonight will be preceded by A few drinks to calm me down To settle my gut, to work up a smile Because your bones are shakin' baby, agitate my nerves I'm feeling reckless And I feel the need to stress this, I'm stepping out And I'll do this 'till I'm somebody else Well tonight, I'll be a classic work like Edgar Allen Poe And I'll die on these streets of Baltimore As a beggar, John, or buyer Look, I'm just trying to score But at least I won't be out alone I'm with my uncle and his mother And the rest of my family's history is with me shouting "HAVE ANOTHER!" Now I'm taking all the liberties I was too scared to before I've accepted that we're just chemicals Now bend over and touch the floor PLAN A: has got a boyfriend but she melts to my touch PLAN B: has got a crush as much as she's got a lust PLAN C: well, god forgive me, well she just lives to fuck I'll just act like I'm not in control I'm feeling reckless and I feel the need to stress this I'm stepping out And I'll take this, drink think, do this, smoke this Fuck you while we're somebody else But at least I won't be out alone I'm with my uncle and his mother And the rest of my family's history is with me shouting "HAVE ANOTHER!" Now I'm taking all the liberties I was too scared to before I've accepted that we're just chemicals Now bend over and touch the floor SHUT UP AND DANCE! Ms. sings in her sleep Ms. moves to my beat What kind of secrets are we keeping tonight? Because he's not here and he's not waiting up How about another spin around the floor? But at least I won't be out alone I'm with my uncle and his mother And the rest of my family's history is with me shouting "have another" Be sure I'm slutting it up 'cause I know love's not enough And I'll be outside the bar... Hopes for the back of her car 'Cause she's got wandering eyes, but much more curious lips And I'm still betting every dime she answers as her skirt slides over her hips
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Credits
- Writers
- Ben Liebsch