Where The Tabloids Won't Find Us lyrics

Song information

Artist: Southcott
Album: Flee The Scene

Lyrics

We'll plan to meet
At your parent's residence
I'll let my love for lechery
Take over me, and all my
Actions and all my words
But they so seldom occur
Lock the doors, turn the music loud
Till our eardrums blow out

We'll create a buzz
So much
All the neighborhood will come by
Cause all we are

Two kids, with two tin cans
Connected by old strings
On our rooftops taking messages
So tell a good story
To my answering machine
Oh! how heartless I can be

I'm the one who's been calling you up
Late at night
To make sure that you're sleeping sounds and tight
So just hold your pride
Like you held your breath
Waiting for the telephone to ring
But your lungs are empty
And your hips are motionless