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Kimya Dawson

Genres: Indie

Loose Lips Lyrics - Kimya Dawson

Loose lips might sink ships 

But loose gooses take trips 

To San Francisco, double dutch disco 

Tech TV hottie, do it for Scotty 

 

Do it for the living and do it for the dead 

Do it for the monsters under your bed 

Do it for the teenagers and do it for your mom 

Broken hearts hurt but they make us strong, and 

 

We won't stop until somebody calls the cops 

And even then we'll start again and just pretend 

That nothing ever happened 

 

We won't stop until somebody calls the cops 

And even then we'll start again and just pretend 

That nothing ever happened 

 

We're just dancing, we're just hugging 

Singing, screaming, kissing, tugging 

On the sleeve of how it used to be 

How's it gonna be? 

 

I'll drop kick Russell Stover 

Move into the starting over house 

And know Matt Rouse and Chester 

Watching me achieve my dreams 

 

And we'll pray all damn day, every day 

That all this shit our President has got us in will go away 

While we strive to figure out a way we can survive 

These trying times without losing our minds 

 

So if you wanna burn yourself 

Remember that I love you 

And if you wanna cut yourself 

Remember that I love you 

 

And if you wanna kill yourself 

Remember that I love you 

Call me up before you're dead 

We can make some plans instead 

Send me an IM, I'll be your friend 

 

Shysters live from scheme to scheme 

But my fourth quarter pipe dreams 

Are seeming more and more worth fighting for 

 

So I'll curate some situations 

Make my job a big vacation 

And I'll say, fuck Bush and fuck this war 

 

My war paint is sharpie ink 

And I'll show you how much my shit stinks 

And ask you what you think 

Because your thoughts and words are powerful 

 

They think we're disposable 

Well, both my thumbs are posable 

Spelled out on a double word 

And triple letter score, and 

 

We won't stop until somebody calls the cops 

And even then we'll start again and just pretend 

That nothing ever happened 

 

We won't stop until somebody calls the cops 

And even then we'll start again and just pretend 

That nothing ever happened 

 

We won't stop until somebody calls the cops 

And even then we'll start again and just pretend 

That nothing ever happened 

 

We won't stop until somebody calls the cops 

And even then we'll start again and just pretend 

That nothing ever happened 

 

We're just dancing, we're just hugging 

Singing, screaming, kissing, tugging 

On the sleeve of how it used to be 

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