Emily Orphan

Don’t touch me
I came to listen to d-beat and to drink iced tea

I look pretty
In a way that doesn’t make me feel like me

Hey there babe
We can dance together and go back to my place

Not to get laid
I wanna show you all my records and cassette tapes

Bass and guitar in your moms three car garage

40 ounce and zines, kicking cans up and down the street

Holes in our jeans, but we dont care about what they think

40 ounce and zines, kicking cans up and down the street

Don’t touch me
We’re shooting fireworks through windows that look еmpty

My mom’s mad at me
I haven’t made it back homе in three weeks

Slept on the couch
Around the corner of that spooky haunted haunted house

Now it’s time to go out
And see the band that came from way out of town

Bass and guitar in your moms three car garage

Cigarettes and zines, kicking cans up and down the street

Holes in our jeans, but we dont care about what they think

40 ounce and zines, kicking cans up and down the street

Don’t touch me
I came to listen to d-beat and to drink iced tea

I look pretty
In a way that doesn’t make me feel like me
It doesn’t make me feel like me
Doesn’t make me feel like me