Modest Mouse – Lounge

Lyrics Lounge – Modest Mouse

He don’t remember, how it got there
It had a number, written on his forearm
It spelled disaster

He entered the club scene
All hoping, all hoping for dancing
He was looking, and looking stunning
His clothes reflected light, all right
She sat, she sat in the backseat
The car was plush but had no heat
And no not no one was blushing
Their technique was so damn right

All right, and
He read the note in the black light
He thought he read minds and was not right
That line still made him seem charming
His clothes were shining, shining

Written by: ERIC JUDY, ISAAC BROCK, JEREMIAH GREEN
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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