paroles de chanson Expensive Tastes - Cold War Kids

Strings attached, fake eye lashes
Broke apart the piggie bank for petty cash
Sensitive sister blush, and don′t stare
Watch the children squabblin' in the square
Tip my hat, low windows
Once I saw you naked
There was nothing to show
Piano plays, sonata tempo
Of all the girls of in our class
She′s the most refined
I'd like to be there in the morning
When you wake up
Maybe pipe dreams, but come easter
We could pack up
I'd like to be there in the morning
When you wake up
Maybe pipe dreams
But come easter we could pack up
I like to show up at your door step
Wearing the winter tie my neighbour tied
And meet your family, compliment cookin′
Drink the beer that your uncle
Doppa brought in
But I refuse to take that job
Just because iIm poor don′t mean
I can't be a snob
Strawberry hair, fair freckled skin
Waiting like a creep outside cotillion
Shy expression shown on her shoulders
Bought this house with money that
Your grandfather stole
Much too young, save the imagination
Ruined an elegant girl′s reputation
I'd like to be there in the morning
When you wake up
Maybe pipe dreams
But come easter we could pack up
Woah, woah
Woah, oh
Woah, oh
Woah, oh
And when they ask me my occupation
I′m a prayin and working on my patience
I got no preference, politic party
Parents take away my car keys
Now that time, rollin' smokes for trades
Drink my weight coffee at the penny arcade
Rows of shoes, shelves of jewerly
Mama′s dying her hair in the vanity
Daddy's watch too tight, try silver spoon for size
Harder than a needle through a camel's eye
Folks gather around the table, find a place
Boys that girl don′t have expensive tastes