Текст песни Bags - Recorded At Electric Lady Studios - Clairo
Every
second
counts,
I
don't
wanna
talk
to
You
anymore
All
these
little
games,
you
can
call
me
by
the
name
I
gave
you
yesterday
Every
minute
counts,
I
don't
wanna
watch
TV
Anymore,
and
Can
you
figure
me
out?
Just
doin'
it
to
waste
more
Time
on
the
couch
Can
you
see
me?
I'm
waitin'
for
the
right
time
I
can't
read
you,
but
if
you
want,
the
pleasure's
all
mine
Can
you
see
me
usin'
everythin'
to
hold
back?
I
guess
this
could
be
worse,
walkin'
out
the
door
with
your
bags
Walkin'
out
the
door
with
your
bags
Walkin'
out
the
door
with
your
bags
Walkin'
out
the
door
with
your
bags
Yeah,
yeah
Pour
your
glass
of
wine,
Mitchell
told
me
I
Should
be
just
fine
Cases
under
the
bed,
spill
it
open,
let
it
rush
Through
my
head
I
don't
wanna
be
forward,
I
don't
wanna
cut
corners
Savor
this
with
everythin'
I
have
inside
me
I'm
not
the
type
to
run,
I
know
that
we're
havin'
fun
But
what's
the
rush?
Kiss
and
then
my
cheeks
are
so
flushed
Tell
you
how
I
felt,
sugar-coated
Melting
in
your
mouth
Pardon
my
emotions,
I
should
probably
Keep
it
all
to
myself
Know
you'd
make
fun
of
me
Know
you'd
make
fun
of
me
Know
you'd
make
fun
of
me
Know
you'd
make
fun
of
me
Can
you
see
me?
I'm
waitin'
for
the
right
time
I
can't
read
you,
but
if
you
want,
the
pleasure's
all
mine
Can
you
see
me
usin'
everythin'
to
hold
back?
I
guess
this
could
be
worse,
walkin'
out
the
door
with
your
bags
Walkin'
out
the
door
with
your
bags
Walkin'
out
the
door
with
your
bags
Walkin'
out
the
door
with
your
bags
Yeah,
yeah
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