Lyrics Lean - VHS Collection

Lean

I could wear the clothes of the characters of films that I see
Some say unoriginal, but it works out for me
I collect the labels of the drinks that I drink
So many fluids, one would think that I’d sink
It’s a fact dear, I’m an act here
No camera, no stage
Dressed to impress
So I can lie about my age
And oh, you gonna lean on your friends
And oh, you did it again
And oh, you gonna lean on your friends
And oh, you did it again
I can’t differentiate my dreams from the real
And I can’t tell you how familiar it feels
I see the faces as I enter the room
Quite unintentionally, I am a buffoon
It’s a fact dear, I’m an act here
No camera, no stage
Dressed to impress
So I can lie about my age
And oh, you gonna lean on your friends
And oh, you did it again
And oh, you gonna lean on your friends
And oh, you did it again
And the beatniks, and the junkies
And if you feed them your flunky
You sing «ooh, ooh, ooh»
There’s Paul’s house, there’s blow there
No we don’t go, we stay there and sing
«Ooh, ooh, ooh»
And the projects, and the Charlie’s
And the discos, and the parties
And the blood streets, and the new wave
It’s the renaissance of these days
And oh, you gonna lean on your friends
And oh, you did it again
And oh, you gonna lean on your friends
And oh, you did it again
And oh, you gonna lean on your friends
And oh, you did it again