Текст песни Mover Awayer - Hobo Johnson

One-Two-Three-Four-Five-Six-Do it!
(Fear the)
(Fear the)
Fear the man who lives without love
And the lover who lives without fear
Fear the man who always wants to fight, he's not a talker
Fear the talker who never wants to fight, he's got no guts
Fear the man who knows he's gonna die
So, he cries every night and just denies his life's beauty
And fear the man who has heaven in his plan
So he gets so complacent that he doesn't call his family
Fear the man who doesn't understand
That there's a million fish in the sea, but
Fear the girl who he really thinks is a different species
She'll rip your heart out
She makes my Mondays feel like Fridays
She makes my Ruby Tuesdays taste like Benihanas
And all I really want is
For us to get along, for us to get along
She makes my Mondays feel like Fridays
She makes my Ruby Tuesdays taste like Benihanas
And all I really want is
For us to get along, for us to get along
My girl moved away, huh
Can't help but think It's something that I say that
Makes her flee my loving arms and smiling face
And move to a place where nobody even lovingly says her name
You know, it's something that I'd do
Like not text back for a day or two
That says she deserves someone better, but
Every single guy she's ever loved
To me, sounds really fucking dumb, and stupid
If I become a man, I'll
Grab your cheek with my unwavering hand and
I'll tell you that, I never second guess all the lovely love we made, and
You don't want kids, but let's think about it someday, you know
But you moved away
I grabbed you tight and then
Helped you to your car
In that shitty parking lot, you know, I really miss you
And I hope that you miss me too
I really hope that you miss me too
She makes my Mondays feel like Fridays
She makes my Ruby Tuesdays taste like Benihanas
And all I really want is
For us to get along, for us to get along
She makes my Mondays feel like Fridays
She makes my Ruby Tuesdays taste like Benihanas
And all I really want is
For us to get along, for us to get along
(One-Two-Three-Four-Five-Six-Do it!)
(Give me a break!)
In the more beautiful of films
The hopeless protagonist dies in the end
And whether his eyes stay shut or he just stops caring enough
It feels the same
You made my Mondays feel like Fridays
You made my Ruby Tuesdays taste like Benihanas
And all I really wanted
Was for us to get along
(Give me a break!)