I was born cursed with two left feet
And I can't keep dancing to the beats of all your dumb doldrums
Forlorn and Frail, the Patron Saint of Pale
Sedatives and therapists, there must be a better way to settle this
Let's play rochambeau (Oh)
One, two, three, throw (Oh)
If you win, I'll never ask to play again
I'll come home, like nothing ever happened
(No halo)
Silent dissent and tears, subjective truths
That once filled a forever home, now fill two
Fuck it, let's play rochambeau (Oh)
One, two, three, throw (Oh)
If I win, I'll never have to dance again
Damn your doldrums, damn your frailties
Me and my left feet are leaving (Oh)
(Oh)
I can't bathe in your malaise anymore
I'd rather be profane and chaste and bored
Ooh
(No halo)
(No halo)
(Oh)
(Oh)
(Oh)
(Oh)
Paroles2Chansons dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)
