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Testo Relatively Well Dressed - Lolo

Testo della canzone Relatively Well Dressed (Lolo), tratta dall'album In Loving Memory of When I Gave a Shit

Sitting in the corner of the bar

And the neon beer sign up above your head flickers on

Like a bright idea just popped into your dirty, dirty mind

Small talk- can't call me like a dog

Hey, Mr. Rolex-And-Casmere-Sweater,

I hope you got dressed for the cold, cold weather

Oh you're rich, but your talk is cheap

And it's not gonna work, gonna work on me

You might be relatively well dressed

You got your pants pressed

It doesn't mean you're ever getting into mine

You might be relatively well dressed

You got your pants pressed

It doesn't mean you're ever getting into mine

Keep those bloodshot baby blues to yourself now

Keep those bloodshot baby blues to yourself now

Here comes Brandon, Bartender to ask me if there's anything I want

And I just want this man to leave me alone

The more uncomfortable he gets, the more he checks his watch

I'm hoping that it's time he goes home

I'd say I like the color of your Oxford suit

But I hate to say I like a single thing about you

And oh you're rich, but your talk is cheap

And it's not gonna work, gonna work on me

You might be relatively well dressed

You got your pants pressed

It doesn't mean you're ever getting into mine

You might be relatively well dressed

You got your pants pressed

It doesn't mean you're ever getting into mine

Keep those bloodshot baby blues to yourself now

Keep those bloodshot baby blues to yourself now

Hey, Mr. Rolex-And-Casmere-Sweater,

I hope you got dressed for the cold, cold weather

I'd say I like the color of your Oxford suit

But I hate to say I like a single thing about you

And oh you're rich, but your talk is cheap

And it's not gonna work, gonna work on me

You might be relatively well dressed

You got your pants pressed

It doesn't mean you're ever getting into mine

You might be relatively well dressed

You got your pants pressed

It doesn't mean you're ever getting into mine

Keep those bloodshot baby blues to yourself now

Keep those bloodshot baby blues to yourself now

Keep those bloodshot baby blues to yourself now

Keep those bloodshot baby blues to yourself now

Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Stump, Jacob Scott Sinclair, Lauren Pritchard
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