| Sitting in the corner of the bar
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| And the neon beer sign up above your head flickers on
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| Like a bright idea just popped into your dirty dirty mind
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| Small talk, cat call me like a dog
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| Hey Mr. Rolex
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| Cashmere sweater
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| I hope you got
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| Dressed for the cold, cold weather
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| Oh you’re rich but your talk is cheap
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| And it’s not gonna work, gonna work on me
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| You might be relatively well dressed
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| You got your pants pressed
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| It doesn’t mean you’re ever getting into mine
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| You might be relatively well dressed
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| You got your pants pressed
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| It doesn’t mean you’re ever getting into mine
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| Keep both bloodshot baby blues to yourself now
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| Keep both bloodshot baby blues to yourself now
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| Here comes Brenda bartender
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| To asks me if there’s anything I want
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| And I just want this man to leave me alone
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| The more uncomfortable I get the more he checks his watch
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| I’m hoping that it’s time he goes home
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| I’d say I like the colors of your Oxfords too
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| But I hate to say I like a single thing about you
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| And oh you’re rich but your talk is cheap
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| And it’s not gonna work, gonna work on me
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| You might be relatively well dressed
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| You got your pants pressed
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| It doesn’t mean you’re ever getting into mine
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| You might be relatively well dressed
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| You got your pants pressed
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| It doesn’t mean you’re ever getting into mine
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| Keep both bloodshot baby blues to yourself now
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| Keep both bloodshot baby blues to yourself now
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| Hey Mr. Rolex
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| Cashmere sweater
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| I hope you got
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| Dressed for the cold, cold weather
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| I’d say I like the colors of your Oxfords too
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| But I hate to say I like a single thing about you
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| And oh you’re rich but your talk is cheap
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| And it’s not gonna work, gonna work on me
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| You might be relatively well dressed
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| You got your pants pressed
|
| It doesn’t mean you’re ever getting into mine
|
| You might be relatively well dressed
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| You got your pants pressed
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| It doesn’t mean you’re ever getting into mine
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| Keep both bloodshot baby blues to yourself now
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| Keep both bloodshot baby blues to yourself now |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Relatively Well Dressed , by - LOLO. Song from the album In Loving Memory of When I Gave a Shit, in the genre Альтернатива