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penelope scott - djf lyrics

[spoken]
it’s ok mine are cool, i wrote this a while ago

sounds like a cabaret to you
that’s what you said
i could live a thousand years and still not know just what you meant

[chorus]
sounds like a cabaret to you
what can i say
when i know that you would feel that way about anything i play
i’ll bet my songs all sound the same to you
i’ll bet they f+ckin’ do
i bet they sound the same because you’ve only heard like two
i’ll bet
my sh+t all sounds the same to you
i’ll bet it f+ckin’ does
given the circumstances that should not amount to much

[verse 1]
how could you do it on my turf in my own home, to my own kids
about what’s so absolutely mine [?]
and if you play me one of hers and its better than my own
i have to eat a gun and f+ck off to the sky
and if it’s worse than most of mine that still sucks ass too
and i am still f+cked even if it’s just the same
you’d have a better chance of getting into heaven if instead you f+cked me drunk and screamed her name
[interlude]

[chorus]
sounds like a cabaret to you
i feel so small
and i’m sure you didn’t mean anything by it at all
everything is just ok to you
its in the past
i’ll bet you don’t remember that you even f+cking asked

[verse 2]
but how dare you make the offer
i should’ve kicked your ass
given you a look that turned your slimy b+lls to ash
if it hadn’t been so shocking, if it hadn’t hurt so bad
perhaps i could’ve moved my shaking hands to hit you back[?]

[interlude]

[bridge]
so first of all that i’d still play for you
anything at all
and it’s just a f+cking cabaret to you
suddenly i’m so small

[verse 3]
godd+mnit you could call my house in bed with her just to say that she was better, i would still be half as mad about the whole affair
tell me which of your ten fingers have been how far in her mouth that she’d prefer the way she pulls your f+ckin’ hair
goddamit all the bridges all the f+ckin’ implications, coded circuitry and [?] inherent in your words
the nerve albeit[?] the gall, i should just sing you underground and leave your unattended insult and your bad coat for the worms

[interlude]

it sounds like a cabaret to you, what can i do?
sounds of cities burning is a cabaret to you
i’ll bet it sounds the same to you — all of my sh+t
a nastier offense than if you’d gone after my, near perfect tits
so don’t sing for me

i can’t believe you made me lose one more song, don’t play it for me
you’re a monster and you’ll never live this down
play it for me, a cum shot to the face of god don’t play it for me

you tell her i say she sounds great, but don’t play it for me

- penelope scott lyrics

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