She's got her gauchos on, she's got a brand new pair of cleats
She's got her big fat mouth, and a vendetta letter V
She's got a lot of fight, and everybody wants to be
On her better side, cuz she's god such a mighty reach
Too big for hands to hold, we're in the court of Mr. King
He taught the drama class, taught her how to make a scene
That's where she reeled me in, as I was trying to swim upstream
But now the pain begins, cuz I got this hook stuck through my cheek
"If you're having fun in spite of me
You better stop"
She's leaking acid like a battery
While the pH levels drop
And the flesh just falls right off
We get reminders every day
She's an anchor now, her friends all found the perfect use
They'll throw her overboard, and then they can enjoy their cruise
Dark on the ocean floor, she wants to chug under the sun
But her apple's rotten-cored, nobody makes it past bite one
Step into Mike's garage, she's nude on top of someone else
A tangled skin collage, vanilla ice cream mountain melt
A screeching record stop, my body buckled at the knees
A choir of "oh my gods," and the alto sang "seriously?"
I'v been sweating out that memory
Got it burning in both eyes
Doc if Jackson Browne is still in need
He can surely borrow mine
Yeah ask me any time
We get reminders every day
She wears them all over her face
Dialed home collect, to say she's kicking out the stool
Found some percocet, she's floating face down in the pool
Ron and Judy hands on hips, saw the mess in the landscape
Then they both ran back upstairs to check their shows were being taped
Her ghost appeared last Friday night, to make a backhanded amends
In the steam beneath the marquis light, she asked if we could still be friends
I don't know what to call us now, it is a new millennium
And I've spent enough time in that town to know to not come back again
Mega Low - Reminders Lyrics
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She's got her gauchos on, she's got a brand new pair of cleats
She's got her big fat mouth, and a vendetta letter V
She's got a lot of fight, and everybody wants to be
On her better side, cuz she's god such a mighty reach
Too big for hands to hold, we're in the court of Mr. King
He taught the drama class, taught her how to make a scene
That's where she reeled me in, as I was trying to swim upstream
But now the pain begins, cuz I got this hook stuck through my cheek
"If you're having fun in spite of me
You better stop"
She's leaking acid like a battery
While the pH levels drop
And the flesh just falls right off
We get reminders every day
She's an anchor now, her friends all found the perfect use
They'll throw her overboard, and then they can enjoy their cruise
Dark on the ocean floor, she wants to chug under the sun
But her apple's rotten-cored, nobody makes it past bite one
Step into Mike's garage, she's nude on top of someone else
A tangled skin collage, vanilla ice cream mountain melt
A screeching record stop, my body buckled at the knees
A choir of "oh my gods," and the alto sang "seriously?"
I'v been sweating out that memory
Got it burning in both eyes
Doc if Jackson Browne is still in need
He can surely borrow mine
Yeah ask me any time
We get reminders every day
She wears them all over her face
Dialed home collect, to say she's kicking out the stool
Found some percocet, she's floating face down in the pool
Ron and Judy hands on hips, saw the mess in the landscape
Then they both ran back upstairs to check their shows were being taped
Her ghost appeared last Friday night, to make a backhanded amends
In the steam beneath the marquis light, she asked if we could still be friends
I don't know what to call us now, it is a new millennium
And I've spent enough time in that town to know to not come back again
She's got her big fat mouth, and a vendetta letter V
She's got a lot of fight, and everybody wants to be
On her better side, cuz she's god such a mighty reach
Too big for hands to hold, we're in the court of Mr. King
He taught the drama class, taught her how to make a scene
That's where she reeled me in, as I was trying to swim upstream
But now the pain begins, cuz I got this hook stuck through my cheek
"If you're having fun in spite of me
You better stop"
She's leaking acid like a battery
While the pH levels drop
And the flesh just falls right off
We get reminders every day
She's an anchor now, her friends all found the perfect use
They'll throw her overboard, and then they can enjoy their cruise
Dark on the ocean floor, she wants to chug under the sun
But her apple's rotten-cored, nobody makes it past bite one
Step into Mike's garage, she's nude on top of someone else
A tangled skin collage, vanilla ice cream mountain melt
A screeching record stop, my body buckled at the knees
A choir of "oh my gods," and the alto sang "seriously?"
I'v been sweating out that memory
Got it burning in both eyes
Doc if Jackson Browne is still in need
He can surely borrow mine
Yeah ask me any time
We get reminders every day
She wears them all over her face
Dialed home collect, to say she's kicking out the stool
Found some percocet, she's floating face down in the pool
Ron and Judy hands on hips, saw the mess in the landscape
Then they both ran back upstairs to check their shows were being taped
Her ghost appeared last Friday night, to make a backhanded amends
In the steam beneath the marquis light, she asked if we could still be friends
I don't know what to call us now, it is a new millennium
And I've spent enough time in that town to know to not come back again
Writer: Spencer Askin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid