Brooks Brothers and thrift store shopping
And the special of the day
Showed me how to shoot a pistol proper
On the first date
Come Monday on the 8 track player
An unwanted suntan from working a shit job
Divorcee payday to payday
You say you're not a rock-n-roller
Just looking for some shade
Or a silent film star just getting on in age
Getting in the way
So come on show me what you're holding
With your poker face
And your faded Sunset Glamour
In a race to not be erased
So the seagulls in the sky can just wait
As long as they can wait
Every night there's no leftovers
On anybody's plate
Brooks Brothers and thrift store shopping
Showed me how to shoot a pistol proper
On the first date
You say you're not a rock-n-roller
Just looking for some shade
Or a silent film star just getting on in age
Getting in the way
So come on show me what you're holding
With your poker face
And your faded Sunset Glamour
In a race to not be erased
Parker Dulany - Thrift Store Shopping Lyrics
Parker Dulany - Thrift Store Shopping Lyrics
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Brooks Brothers and thrift store shopping
And the special of the day
Showed me how to shoot a pistol proper
On the first date
Come Monday on the 8 track player
An unwanted suntan from working a shit job
Divorcee payday to payday
You say you're not a rock-n-roller
Just looking for some shade
Or a silent film star just getting on in age
Getting in the way
So come on show me what you're holding
With your poker face
And your faded Sunset Glamour
In a race to not be erased
So the seagulls in the sky can just wait
As long as they can wait
Every night there's no leftovers
On anybody's plate
Brooks Brothers and thrift store shopping
Showed me how to shoot a pistol proper
On the first date
You say you're not a rock-n-roller
Just looking for some shade
Or a silent film star just getting on in age
Getting in the way
So come on show me what you're holding
With your poker face
And your faded Sunset Glamour
In a race to not be erased
And the special of the day
Showed me how to shoot a pistol proper
On the first date
Come Monday on the 8 track player
An unwanted suntan from working a shit job
Divorcee payday to payday
You say you're not a rock-n-roller
Just looking for some shade
Or a silent film star just getting on in age
Getting in the way
So come on show me what you're holding
With your poker face
And your faded Sunset Glamour
In a race to not be erased
So the seagulls in the sky can just wait
As long as they can wait
Every night there's no leftovers
On anybody's plate
Brooks Brothers and thrift store shopping
Showed me how to shoot a pistol proper
On the first date
You say you're not a rock-n-roller
Just looking for some shade
Or a silent film star just getting on in age
Getting in the way
So come on show me what you're holding
With your poker face
And your faded Sunset Glamour
In a race to not be erased
Writer: Parker Dulany
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