paroles de chanson Buddy's Rendezvous - Father John Misty

Everybody's girl
What's the point in bein' everybody's girl?
Maybe you think that way there's no chance gettin' hurt
Livin' for no one costs me way more than it's worth

So you're gonna be a singer
Well I'll be, goddamn
You're as pretty as a postcard
No thanks to the old man
It's the same coat I had on

The night that I went in
I can stay an hour at Canter's
The streets cool off by then
When can I see you again?

Whatever happened to the girl I knew?
In the wasteland, come up short and end up on the news

Whatever happened to the girl I knew?
In the wasteland, come up short and end up on the news

Everythin' you want
What's the fun in gettin' everythin' you want?
I wouldn't know, but look, baby, you should try
Forget that lefty shit your mom drilled in your mind

Give the world a new saviour
Sell his pictures to the press
Buy a place out in the country
Leave this world for someone else

My destruction is an hour late
I'm at Buddy's Rendezvous
Tellin' the losers and old timers
How good I did with you
They almost believe me, too

Whatever happened to the girl I knew?
In the wasteland, come up short and end up on the news

Whatever happened to the girl I knew?
In the wasteland, come up short and end up on the news

Whatever happened to the girl I knew?
In the wasteland, come up short and end up on the news