First and foremost, let it be said,
I am writing this at 7: 10 am,
On the hard dry tarmac of a vacant forecourt.
But the sun is hanging round like summer's hungover.
They'll knock the garage down and build flats where I sit.
The traffic's so persistent that it barely registers
And it smells like a mix between petrol and dog shit.
Just let me be the one that keeps track of the moles on your back
I just sighed, the universe replied: "let this pass you by"
Sometimes it's just enough to know I keep him on his toes.
Is he as sympathetic as me to the untimely demise of your synthetic clothes?
Just let me be the one that keeps track of the moles on your back
I just sighed, the universe replied: "let this pass you by"
She; nervous and barefoot, chats to me at the front door
He; boyfriend, inside's a saint, becoming a martyr
Me; rolling, writhing on the floor, stared daggers pulled from my thoracic wall
When I hold sea shells to my ears, I'm pretty sure I can hear you
He gave a gift of the Faber book of love poems
Annotated the ones he thought applied the most
Not gonna win you round with prose
If anyone should know then it's I should know
Girl, there must be a reason you let it slip
Went to the point of sending the message
Six months of visceral catherine wheels
Kissing carnivores to make it seem like less of a deal
Just let me be the one that keeps track of the moles on your back
I just sighed, the universe replied: "let this pass you by"
I promise after this I will pick up the phone book
And choose the name that my eyes fall upon on their first look
Aim all of my poorly composed declarations there in the future
I'm so sorry to have to put you through a lifetime of dedications
You never desired
But this one sentence bludgeons me over the head
Ok, I'm a little bit drunk and I mean just a little bit
No lush in denial, only rather coquettish
I'm fifteen years old and my parents' only son
Like I barely survived a girls' school education
Even prettier now that you've grown your hair long
I'm a slip of a man since I cut mine all off
Please just let me be the one to keep track
Of the freckles and the moles on your back
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:11.505]First and foremost, let it be said,
[00:13.404]I am writing this at 7: 10 am,
[00:16.134]On the hard dry tarmac of a vacant forecourt.
[00:21.617]But the sun is hanging round like summer's hungover.
[00:24.337]They'll knock the garage down and build flats where I sit.
[00:27.030]The traffic's so persistent that it barely registers
[00:29.791]And it smells like a mix between petrol and dog shit.
[00:33.136]Just let me be the one that keeps track of the moles on your back
[00:38.174]I just sighed, the universe replied: "let this pass you by"
[00:43.093]Sometimes it's just enough to know I keep him on his toes.
[00:47.629]Is he as sympathetic as me to the untimely demise of your synthetic clothes?
[01:04.966]Just let me be the one that keeps track of the moles on your back
[01:10.114]I just sighed, the universe replied: "let this pass you by"
[01:15.469]She; nervous and barefoot, chats to me at the front door
[01:20.610]He; boyfriend, inside's a saint, becoming a martyr
[01:25.479]Me; rolling, writhing on the floor, stared daggers pulled from my thoracic wall
[01:32.874]When I hold sea shells to my ears, I'm pretty sure I can hear you
[01:50.546]He gave a gift of the Faber book of love poems
[01:53.313]Annotated the ones he thought applied the most
[01:55.829]Not gonna win you round with prose
[01:58.088]If anyone should know then it's I should know
[02:01.521]Girl, there must be a reason you let it slip
[02:03.869]Went to the point of sending the message
[02:06.356]Six months of visceral catherine wheels
[02:08.999]Kissing carnivores to make it seem like less of a deal
[02:12.273]Just let me be the one that keeps track of the moles on your back
[02:17.175]I just sighed, the universe replied: "let this pass you by"
[02:22.328]I promise after this I will pick up the phone book
[02:27.239]And choose the name that my eyes fall upon on their first look
[02:32.814]Aim all of my poorly composed declarations there in the future
[02:40.026]I'm so sorry to have to put you through a lifetime of dedications
[02:50.035]You never desired
[02:57.885]But this one sentence bludgeons me over the head
[03:09.714]Ok, I'm a little bit drunk and I mean just a little bit
[03:14.018]No lush in denial, only rather coquettish
[03:17.521]I'm fifteen years old and my parents' only son
[03:21.279]Like I barely survived a girls' school education
[03:25.931]Even prettier now that you've grown your hair long
[03:29.369]I'm a slip of a man since I cut mine all off
[03:33.117]Please just let me be the one to keep track
[03:40.678]Of the freckles and the moles on your back
First and foremost, let it be said,
I am writing this at 7: 10 am,
On the hard dry tarmac of a vacant forecourt.
But the sun is hanging round like summer's hungover.
They'll knock the garage down and build flats where I sit.
The traffic's so persistent that it barely registers
And it smells like a mix between petrol and dog shit.
Just let me be the one that keeps track of the moles on your back
I just sighed, the universe replied: "let this pass you by"
Sometimes it's just enough to know I keep him on his toes.
Is he as sympathetic as me to the untimely demise of your synthetic clothes?
Just let me be the one that keeps track of the moles on your back
I just sighed, the universe replied: "let this pass you by"
She; nervous and barefoot, chats to me at the front door
He; boyfriend, inside's a saint, becoming a martyr
Me; rolling, writhing on the floor, stared daggers pulled from my thoracic wall
When I hold sea shells to my ears, I'm pretty sure I can hear you
He gave a gift of the Faber book of love poems
Annotated the ones he thought applied the most
Not gonna win you round with prose
If anyone should know then it's I should know
Girl, there must be a reason you let it slip
Went to the point of sending the message
Six months of visceral catherine wheels
Kissing carnivores to make it seem like less of a deal
Just let me be the one that keeps track of the moles on your back
I just sighed, the universe replied: "let this pass you by"
I promise after this I will pick up the phone book
And choose the name that my eyes fall upon on their first look
Aim all of my poorly composed declarations there in the future
I'm so sorry to have to put you through a lifetime of dedications
You never desired
But this one sentence bludgeons me over the head
Ok, I'm a little bit drunk and I mean just a little bit
No lush in denial, only rather coquettish
I'm fifteen years old and my parents' only son
Like I barely survived a girls' school education
Even prettier now that you've grown your hair long
I'm a slip of a man since I cut mine all off
Please just let me be the one to keep track
Of the freckles and the moles on your back
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:11.505]First and foremost, let it be said,
[00:13.404]I am writing this at 7: 10 am,
[00:16.134]On the hard dry tarmac of a vacant forecourt.
[00:21.617]But the sun is hanging round like summer's hungover.
[00:24.337]They'll knock the garage down and build flats where I sit.
[00:27.030]The traffic's so persistent that it barely registers
[00:29.791]And it smells like a mix between petrol and dog shit.
[00:33.136]Just let me be the one that keeps track of the moles on your back
[00:38.174]I just sighed, the universe replied: "let this pass you by"
[00:43.093]Sometimes it's just enough to know I keep him on his toes.
[00:47.629]Is he as sympathetic as me to the untimely demise of your synthetic clothes?
[01:04.966]Just let me be the one that keeps track of the moles on your back
[01:10.114]I just sighed, the universe replied: "let this pass you by"
[01:15.469]She; nervous and barefoot, chats to me at the front door
[01:20.610]He; boyfriend, inside's a saint, becoming a martyr
[01:25.479]Me; rolling, writhing on the floor, stared daggers pulled from my thoracic wall
[01:32.874]When I hold sea shells to my ears, I'm pretty sure I can hear you
[01:50.546]He gave a gift of the Faber book of love poems
[01:53.313]Annotated the ones he thought applied the most
[01:55.829]Not gonna win you round with prose
[01:58.088]If anyone should know then it's I should know
[02:01.521]Girl, there must be a reason you let it slip
[02:03.869]Went to the point of sending the message
[02:06.356]Six months of visceral catherine wheels
[02:08.999]Kissing carnivores to make it seem like less of a deal
[02:12.273]Just let me be the one that keeps track of the moles on your back
[02:17.175]I just sighed, the universe replied: "let this pass you by"
[02:22.328]I promise after this I will pick up the phone book
[02:27.239]And choose the name that my eyes fall upon on their first look
[02:32.814]Aim all of my poorly composed declarations there in the future
[02:40.026]I'm so sorry to have to put you through a lifetime of dedications
[02:50.035]You never desired
[02:57.885]But this one sentence bludgeons me over the head
[03:09.714]Ok, I'm a little bit drunk and I mean just a little bit
[03:14.018]No lush in denial, only rather coquettish
[03:17.521]I'm fifteen years old and my parents' only son
[03:21.279]Like I barely survived a girls' school education
[03:25.931]Even prettier now that you've grown your hair long
[03:29.369]I'm a slip of a man since I cut mine all off
[03:33.117]Please just let me be the one to keep track
[03:40.678]Of the freckles and the moles on your back
Just My Type (i kinda like this one to so i uploaded it incase she like this one more even tho its sighly about her but she will never know cause i lied to her about the meaning of the song cause a nigga slick aint ready for a relationship Version)