I'm gonna shower
I'm gonna shave
I'm gonna clean myself
Cause tonight is a night of first impressions
I'm gonna shower
I'm gonna shave
I'm gonna clean myself
Cause tonight is a night of first impressions
My friend got lost in the computer
Stuck a knife into his wall
Let his hair grow past his shoulders
No, I don't see him anymore at all
The microphones metallicize our poetry
Where do we place our brand new furniture
Paralyzed from many many angles
Now the magazine helps the television
And it takes up the place for the firewood now
The vanishing piano's running from limitation
We got too comfortable
Muscles in my body twitch from too much concentration
We got too comfortable
The fire upstairs burns its way through my ceiling
And the poor boy's books are burnt to a crisp
Just words on paper that a boy like him won't miss
Kick your feet, yeah yeah yeah
Kick your feet and we'll have some fun
Kick your feet, yeah yeah yeah
Kick your feet and we'll have some fun
Kick your feet, yeah yeah yeah
Kick your feet and we'll have some fun
Easy Elliot - Four Humors Lyrics
Easy Elliot - Four Humors Lyrics
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I'm gonna shower
I'm gonna shave
I'm gonna clean myself
Cause tonight is a night of first impressions
I'm gonna shower
I'm gonna shave
I'm gonna clean myself
Cause tonight is a night of first impressions
My friend got lost in the computer
Stuck a knife into his wall
Let his hair grow past his shoulders
No, I don't see him anymore at all
The microphones metallicize our poetry
Where do we place our brand new furniture
Paralyzed from many many angles
Now the magazine helps the television
And it takes up the place for the firewood now
The vanishing piano's running from limitation
We got too comfortable
Muscles in my body twitch from too much concentration
We got too comfortable
The fire upstairs burns its way through my ceiling
And the poor boy's books are burnt to a crisp
Just words on paper that a boy like him won't miss
Kick your feet, yeah yeah yeah
Kick your feet and we'll have some fun
Kick your feet, yeah yeah yeah
Kick your feet and we'll have some fun
Kick your feet, yeah yeah yeah
Kick your feet and we'll have some fun
I'm gonna shave
I'm gonna clean myself
Cause tonight is a night of first impressions
I'm gonna shower
I'm gonna shave
I'm gonna clean myself
Cause tonight is a night of first impressions
My friend got lost in the computer
Stuck a knife into his wall
Let his hair grow past his shoulders
No, I don't see him anymore at all
The microphones metallicize our poetry
Where do we place our brand new furniture
Paralyzed from many many angles
Now the magazine helps the television
And it takes up the place for the firewood now
The vanishing piano's running from limitation
We got too comfortable
Muscles in my body twitch from too much concentration
We got too comfortable
The fire upstairs burns its way through my ceiling
And the poor boy's books are burnt to a crisp
Just words on paper that a boy like him won't miss
Kick your feet, yeah yeah yeah
Kick your feet and we'll have some fun
Kick your feet, yeah yeah yeah
Kick your feet and we'll have some fun
Kick your feet, yeah yeah yeah
Kick your feet and we'll have some fun
Writer: Jesse Galkowski
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