Shit Talk

by French Club

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released 07 November 2012

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Track Name: Shit Talk
Four drinks deep, now the kid's a comedian
Just two more and he's a king like the rest of them
Button-down crown or a black and white cardigan
Getting down tonight but tomorrow he'll be innocent

Year and a half with the fight-back brats
Working on the act, getting side-tracked
Now it's Mr. Shot Glass, not bad, always had a knack
Well Saturday's a drag but Sunday's had a comeback

I don't know just what you're asking for
I don't know just what you're asking

Matchbox, shit talk, flip flops, or polka dot socks
In her fucked up red wine high tops
Everybody's eyes on the big shot punk rock
Band with the skin-tight 8 o'clock time slot

Wet dreams, prom queens, smoking weed in skinny jeans
Been those kids on the stoop since they were seventeen
Skanking in the pit with some friends making enemies
Used to try the scene but now they're on to bigger things

I don't know just what you're asking for
I don't know just what you're asking

I said baby please don't wake me
I'm lonely and I'm wasted
Say we're all the same but
I could never blame you
Track Name: October
I saw you with your hands in your pockets
As you walked across the street from the path to the Market
My head's in a knot and I'm no good at talking
As if I never saw you before

And I don't know who you think you are
It's not anything I can help
I've been wasting all my time
I'll do anything at all

Weekends, girlfriends, the time that we wasted
On the stoop and at your house, the smell of cigarettes and pavement
Long-distance calls, all those strange conversations
Been a lonely month but I'm fine

And I recall that night you said you had it
With your fucked up shoes and your downtown jacket
New York nights, made a habit out of dancing
We'd forget ourselves til the morning

And I don't know who you think you are
It's not anything I can help
I've been wasting all my time
I'll do anything at all

[Sweet Wailing]
Track Name: Bathroom Floor
Jump out the window
Cuz who cares anyway?
Who cares anyway?
I think you look great in the clothes that you're wearing
So tell your friends we're going uptown
Get your shit and meet me by that house

Cuz I'm lying on the bathroom floor
I'm not sure where you were before
I'm not the kind of person who'd ask you that sort of thing
I need some way out of this place and I don't know how
Some way out of this place and I don't how

She hit me hard
But she can't remember,
She can't remember
You know I don't mean all these things I'm saying
And I'm trying to get better all the time
I'm trying to get better all the time

Cuz I'm lying on the bathroom floor
I'm not sure where you were before
I'm not the kind of person who'd ask you that sort of thing
I need some way out of this place and I don't know how
Some way out of this place and I don't how

Cuz you know it's only fair
She said that she don't care
You know it's only fair
She said that she don't care

Cuz that's where the money is
That's where the money is
Don't ask her for everything
Blame her for everything

Lying on the bathroom floor
I'm not sure where you were before
I'm not the kind of person who'd ask you that sort of thing
I need some way out of this place and I don't know how
Some way out of this place and I don't how

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