Id Like To Think That I Made An Impression On You by Talkshow Boy Lyrics
Yr house is full of Halloween
Yr brother's obsessed with war and weed
Yr father is the Lizard Queen
OK, sorta, but not really
Yr mother strips on free-to-air TV
Yr elder sister doesn't want to be on free-to-air TV
Oh Kelly, why'd you leave me?
Why'd you have to go?
I thought we had a little chemistry
A month before you broke my heart
Please don't attribute it all to
Yr exponential rise to fame
I'd like to think that I made just a humble
Impression on yr beautiful junk food brain
Remember that night how I was one year younger
And we got into the club because yr daddy knew the bouncer?
We drank too much and you blew me in the cab
And made fun of my accent and laughed at my dress sense
Remember that night when we were sitting in yr room
Flicking thru yr magazines, getting domestic with yr family
I'd like to think that my body still inhabits that chair
Or that my DNA's there
Or that my body's in yr bed
Up and close when yr sleeping with yr eyes shut
When yr doing interviews before you've fully woken up
When yr on the radio and when yr on yr TV show
I want to be in yr brain cells
See my shape in the signatures you've gotta sign
Feel me thru the razor when it's buzzing on yr panty line
Hear me on The White Album - Revolution #9
I want to be in yr body again
Oh Kelly, why'd you leave me?
Why'd you have to go?
I thought we had a little chemistry
A month before you broke my heart
Please don't attribute it all to
Yr exponential rise to fame
I'd like to think that I made just a humble
Impression on yr beautiful junk food brain
Oh Kelly, why'd you leave me?
Why'd you have to go?
I thought we had a little chemistry
A month before you broke my heart
Please don't attribute it all to
Yr exponential rise to fame
I'd like to think that I made just a humble
Impression on yr beautiful junk food brain
Yr brother's obsessed with war and weed
Yr father is the Lizard Queen
OK, sorta, but not really
Yr mother strips on free-to-air TV
Yr elder sister doesn't want to be on free-to-air TV
Oh Kelly, why'd you leave me?
Why'd you have to go?
I thought we had a little chemistry
A month before you broke my heart
Please don't attribute it all to
Yr exponential rise to fame
I'd like to think that I made just a humble
Impression on yr beautiful junk food brain
Remember that night how I was one year younger
And we got into the club because yr daddy knew the bouncer?
We drank too much and you blew me in the cab
And made fun of my accent and laughed at my dress sense
Remember that night when we were sitting in yr room
Flicking thru yr magazines, getting domestic with yr family
I'd like to think that my body still inhabits that chair
Or that my DNA's there
Or that my body's in yr bed
Up and close when yr sleeping with yr eyes shut
When yr doing interviews before you've fully woken up
When yr on the radio and when yr on yr TV show
I want to be in yr brain cells
See my shape in the signatures you've gotta sign
Feel me thru the razor when it's buzzing on yr panty line
Hear me on The White Album - Revolution #9
I want to be in yr body again
Oh Kelly, why'd you leave me?
Why'd you have to go?
I thought we had a little chemistry
A month before you broke my heart
Please don't attribute it all to
Yr exponential rise to fame
I'd like to think that I made just a humble
Impression on yr beautiful junk food brain
Oh Kelly, why'd you leave me?
Why'd you have to go?
I thought we had a little chemistry
A month before you broke my heart
Please don't attribute it all to
Yr exponential rise to fame
I'd like to think that I made just a humble
Impression on yr beautiful junk food brain