I look around me
And there's never enough people dancing
They just nod their heads and stare
With the snare and sip their beers politely
These people now I can move their hips
In more personal circumstances
But you've seen their dances
It's a toe-tap, a shutter-shot, and a tilt
Did you really pay ten bucks for this?
You've been standing at your standing desk
All week feeling pissed
You put your hands together at the end
Of a song with a golf clap
I've never once this whole night
Seen you bend your kneecap
I look around the room
And there's never enough people dancing
An Oberliner, that's thinner, and duller
Than their dropout counterparts
These people I know have seen the might
Of protest and organization
Is it the Face of the Nation
Their brains placated
By Margaret Brennan depression
Did you really pay ten bucks for this?
You've been standing at your standing desk
All week feeling pissed
You put your hands together at the end
Of a song with a golf clap
I've never once this whole night
Seen you bend your kneecap
I look around the room
And there's never enough people dancing
I look around the room
And there's never enough people dancing
I look for love
But I can't love someone standing so still
You should never really love someone
Who lets you stand so still
In the swill of a crowd
The music's gotten softer & softer
The whispers are louder than the
Guitarist's tremolo helicopter effect
Intersectionality in mind
But you dance whiter than your racist parents
Take off those dad jeans
Inherit these moments of adolescence
I look around the room
And there's never enough people dancing
I look around the room
And there's never enough people dancing
I look for love
But I can't love someone standing so still
You should never really love someone
Who lets you stand so still
I look around the room
And there's never enough people dancing
I look around the room
And there's never enough people dancing
I look for love
But I can't love someone standing so still
You should never really love someone
Who lets you stand so still
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English
I look around me
And there's never enough people dancing
They just nod their heads and stare
With the snare and sip their beers politely
These people now I can move their hips
In more personal circumstances
But you've seen their dances
It's a toe-tap, a shutter-shot, and a tilt
Did you really pay ten bucks for this?
You've been standing at your standing desk
All week feeling pissed
You put your hands together at the end
Of a song with a golf clap
I've never once this whole night
Seen you bend your kneecap
I look around the room
And there's never enough people dancing
An Oberliner, that's thinner, and duller
Than their dropout counterparts
These people I know have seen the might
Of protest and organization
Is it the Face of the Nation
Their brains placated
By Margaret Brennan depression
Did you really pay ten bucks for this?
You've been standing at your standing desk
All week feeling pissed
You put your hands together at the end
Of a song with a golf clap
I've never once this whole night
Seen you bend your kneecap
I look around the room
And there's never enough people dancing
I look around the room
And there's never enough people dancing
I look for love
But I can't love someone standing so still
You should never really love someone
Who lets you stand so still
In the swill of a crowd
The music's gotten softer & softer
The whispers are louder than the
Guitarist's tremolo helicopter effect
Intersectionality in mind
But you dance whiter than your racist parents
Take off those dad jeans
Inherit these moments of adolescence
I look around the room
And there's never enough people dancing
I look around the room
And there's never enough people dancing
I look for love
But I can't love someone standing so still
You should never really love someone
Who lets you stand so still
I look around the room
And there's never enough people dancing
I look around the room
And there's never enough people dancing
I look for love
But I can't love someone standing so still
You should never really love someone
Who lets you stand so still
And there's never enough people dancing
They just nod their heads and stare
With the snare and sip their beers politely
These people now I can move their hips
In more personal circumstances
But you've seen their dances
It's a toe-tap, a shutter-shot, and a tilt
Did you really pay ten bucks for this?
You've been standing at your standing desk
All week feeling pissed
You put your hands together at the end
Of a song with a golf clap
I've never once this whole night
Seen you bend your kneecap
I look around the room
And there's never enough people dancing
An Oberliner, that's thinner, and duller
Than their dropout counterparts
These people I know have seen the might
Of protest and organization
Is it the Face of the Nation
Their brains placated
By Margaret Brennan depression
Did you really pay ten bucks for this?
You've been standing at your standing desk
All week feeling pissed
You put your hands together at the end
Of a song with a golf clap
I've never once this whole night
Seen you bend your kneecap
I look around the room
And there's never enough people dancing
I look around the room
And there's never enough people dancing
I look for love
But I can't love someone standing so still
You should never really love someone
Who lets you stand so still
In the swill of a crowd
The music's gotten softer & softer
The whispers are louder than the
Guitarist's tremolo helicopter effect
Intersectionality in mind
But you dance whiter than your racist parents
Take off those dad jeans
Inherit these moments of adolescence
I look around the room
And there's never enough people dancing
I look around the room
And there's never enough people dancing
I look for love
But I can't love someone standing so still
You should never really love someone
Who lets you stand so still
I look around the room
And there's never enough people dancing
I look around the room
And there's never enough people dancing
I look for love
But I can't love someone standing so still
You should never really love someone
Who lets you stand so still
Writer: Cory Clifford
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