She Doesn't Get It (Demo)

All the girls pose the same for pictures

All the boys got the same girl's hair

And I am bored 'cause I feel my shoulder

Look at me as if I've got a reason to stare

But you talk so loud

That it calms me down

You're crying, "Let's make a toast"

She says she's leaving on a Sunday

Oh, that leaves me one more night

Can I take you home?

I know it's wrong, but I know your type

I've read every word you said

From a poster of a cat

Four books look across your sofa

I thought your coffee table was more clever than that

It gets worse once we get to her room

She stops and she sings, "Do do do do do do do do"

I claim "New Religion"'s my song

She doesn't get it, it's all before she's born

And you lock your door

Like I've been here before

I feel like I've seen a ghost

She says she's leaving on a Sunday

Oh, that leaves me one more night

Can I take you home?

I know it's wrong, but I know your type

She says she's leaving on a Sunday

I don't care, I need to know where to turn

I tried it once, it never caught on

I was the only one that got burned

I was the only one that got burned

Suddenly, between sheets and eyelids

I am reminded why I don't do this

I fall in love far too quickly

I never want her to forget me

When you're gone

Will you call? Will you write?

She says she's leaving on a Sunday

Oh, that leaves me one more night

Can I take you home?

I know it's wrong, but I know your type

She says she's leaving on a Sunday

I don't care, I need to know where to turn

I tried it once, it never caught on

I was the only one that got burned

I was the only one that got burned

I was the only one that got burned

I was the only one that got burned