Oh hell, he'll try to compel
Don't tell, be cool its suits your interests well
Slick Ricky sneaking through the backyard
Slips mickeys in the the gasoline of fast cars
Cooked geese, dinosaurs on black tar
No one expected him to get that far
Is this a bad time?
So what does he do?
Calls for a pastime
Finds a way to sneak off to
Past tense, cold facts
Are you ever coming back?
Has been, since gone
I'm just glad one of us moved on
Say something in your old voice
You ain't nothing but its your choice
Sure well, easy for you to say
Pray tell...me more about the different way
Late Stacy, purse full of mans eyes
Great lady, queen that couldn't plan right
Maintaining wrong crowd, wrong time
Poor girl.. born outside her own mind
Oh is that right?
Do what you need to
Want some advice?
Yeah, me too
Say something in your old voice
You ain't nothing but its your choice
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Oh hell, he'll try to compel
Don't tell, be cool its suits your interests well
Slick Ricky sneaking through the backyard
Slips mickeys in the the gasoline of fast cars
Cooked geese, dinosaurs on black tar
No one expected him to get that far
Is this a bad time?
So what does he do?
Calls for a pastime
Finds a way to sneak off to
Past tense, cold facts
Are you ever coming back?
Has been, since gone
I'm just glad one of us moved on
Say something in your old voice
You ain't nothing but its your choice
Sure well, easy for you to say
Pray tell...me more about the different way
Late Stacy, purse full of mans eyes
Great lady, queen that couldn't plan right
Maintaining wrong crowd, wrong time
Poor girl.. born outside her own mind
Oh is that right?
Do what you need to
Want some advice?
Yeah, me too
Say something in your old voice
You ain't nothing but its your choice
Don't tell, be cool its suits your interests well
Slick Ricky sneaking through the backyard
Slips mickeys in the the gasoline of fast cars
Cooked geese, dinosaurs on black tar
No one expected him to get that far
Is this a bad time?
So what does he do?
Calls for a pastime
Finds a way to sneak off to
Past tense, cold facts
Are you ever coming back?
Has been, since gone
I'm just glad one of us moved on
Say something in your old voice
You ain't nothing but its your choice
Sure well, easy for you to say
Pray tell...me more about the different way
Late Stacy, purse full of mans eyes
Great lady, queen that couldn't plan right
Maintaining wrong crowd, wrong time
Poor girl.. born outside her own mind
Oh is that right?
Do what you need to
Want some advice?
Yeah, me too
Say something in your old voice
You ain't nothing but its your choice
Writer: Scott Turner
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid