So I gotta go to work, ugh. I’ll leave you with a tune.

Fun > All The Pretty Girls

All the pretty girls on a Saturday night.
Let it be, and come to me with the look in your eyes.
Well you break and take all the words from my mouth.
I wish all the pretty girls were shaking me down.

So I call(I call) you out(out baby)
Just to feel a little bit better about myself(he does)
And I do(you do), baby I do
‘Til their lips start to move,
and their friends talk music
I say “I’ve never heard the tune!”
But I have, I just hate the band
‘cause they remind me of you.

Every single night ends up the same,
I don’t say much at all, but I bring up your name.
(Over and over and over)
I think it’s striking me out.

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