Film School

You said: Hi

I couldn't believe, but I

Replied saying something about your style

Well, in a flash we had set the date, I couldn't wait

And you walk by, calling my name and I

Get lost in your pink strands, novacane

I follow you into this bar

And all this starts

Starts making sense

I wish that I could talk as much as you

But I'm so introvert

So let's use our lips for other things than words

What a lovely afternoon

Our colors palets, they scream blue

And all the boys here think you're cool

And they don't even heard you talk about your film school

She doesn't mind all the problems in my head

And that's half of the reason why she shouldn't left

She doesn't need to say a single word today, at first I thought

I lost hope in realationships but you prove me wrong

Oh God, you proved me wrong

She's into britpop: Pulp, Lush and Supergrass

One move just to show how much I've progressed

In a way to fuck up your head, I don't really care

But I'm not like that

I know that you always expect the worse

From me, 'cause people have hurted you before

So let's text upon a week and half

There's nothing bad

And it starts making sense

I wish that I could talk as much as you

But I'm so introvert

So let's use our lips for other things than words

What a lovely afternoon

Our colors palets, they scream blue

And all the boys here think you're cool

And they don't even heard you talk about your film school

She doesn't mind all the problems in my head

And that's half of the reason why she shouldn't left

She doesn't need to say a single word today, at first I thought

I lost hope in realationships but you prove me wrong

Oh God, you proved me wrong

Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh oh-ho

Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh oh-ho

Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh