F.Y.K. Lyrics

see you walk into the room
too many shots are going through my veins
see you wishing for a bride and groom
too many thoughts are going through your brain.
don't feel deserted
you've got another thing coming another thing coming to you babe

run 'till we're sold
spend several shots to ease this subtle night
we're so cold
weekend summer failures are allighned
flush with your eyes
lets kiss just one more time

all you retro-indie-hipster fucks
are strictly sexual to test your luck
and you're pobably in his car
making kids god forbid you've gone too far
don't feel extorted, you're just a hoe fo sho'