Dress Impressive

What's the point of going out?

I don't have a thing to dance about

Cause everyone's in love with everyone but me

These girls are kissing other chicks

Flashing guys who post the pics

No, this ain't my scene

But damn, it's got you good

It's close to midnight

And you're making plans just to make out with

Anyone who fits the mood

I'm afraid I've said too much;

The clothes I wore, they don't impress you

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Fallen hard, but you don't know my name

And how I need to feel a hand in mine

One heartbeat at a time

Maybe I'm starting to feel something

Close and tossing stares

Bite your lip and twirl your hair

You're the hottest thing

And you're well aware

Oh how they beg, and how they plea

Shortest skirt with rug burned knees

You're so typical, and typically a whore

I'm afraid I've said to much;

The clothes I wore, they don't impress you

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You've got hopes and dreams

And I've got plots and schemes

This is probably another thing to cloud my memory

You cloud my memory

I'm afraid I've said too much;

The clothes I wore, they don't impress you