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I hate hipsters and glasses with thick rimmed opinions
And drunken old men who still act in their teen years
Wearing flannels and skinny jeans, hitting on the girls next to me
Saying «I remember college, sweetheart, and that place was the shit!»
And I love the way that she walks with her left foot and her right foot
And her hands they look kinda like mine. I don’t know, it’s just nice
But the last guy that you kiss tonight is the first one you’ll hate in your life
And his eyes, they look kinda like mine. I don’t know, it’s just nice
I don’t know
Pay attention to my details or my details will not matter
Pay attention to my details or my details will not matter
And the last guy that you kiss tonight is the first one you’ll hate in your life
And his eyes, they look kinda like mine. I don’t know, it’s just nice
I don’t know