Paroles de White Denim

One-eyed Jack, you just want what you can’t have And I’m not at your buffet anymore You just wanna dress me down On your elevator, shoes of alligator You probably get off to me crying for you Not really sure if I’m supposed to You probably still take ‘em to the Black Cat So I’m not going back You keep thinking bout my white denim Grass stains on my knees, whatever helps you sleep You keep thinking bout my cherry heaven Untied with your teeth, whatever helps you sleep Not next to me The last three girls you fucked look just like me Short black bangs and a camera in reach You been living on TV Wrote our story based on the idea of me You never got a taste That’s probably why you stay