Become Someone Else's Songtext
von Jens Lekman
Become Someone Else's Songtext
Jennifer called, told me about her latest admirer
Said, "Someone should make a pamphlet called
′So You Think You're In Love With Jennifer′"
They're all guys with steady girlfriends
Panicking at where they're at
Jenny, please, let′s never become like that
Become like that, become like that
Become like that, become like that
Like a sinking rock tied to the lake of a person
I′d rather be a flat stone skipping across the ocean
When the Melbourne summer is endless
And the warm wind leaves you helpless
Life's too good to become someone else′s
Become someone else's, become someone else′s
Become someone else's, become someone
Else than this hopeless young fool
What Tracy sang ′bout me was true
It all depends what lens you're looking through, maybe
But all I know 'bout love, I learned from you, Tracy
The bats are sucking on cherries dangling from the trees
Hasn′t anyone told you what your fangs are for, little buddies?
That lonesome feeling and what it tells us
Sleeping on my arm ′til it become someone else's
Sleeping on my arm ′til it become someone else's
Become someone else′s, become someone else's
Become someone else′s, become someone else's
Become someone else's, become someone else′s
Become someone else′s, become someone else's
Said, "Someone should make a pamphlet called
′So You Think You're In Love With Jennifer′"
They're all guys with steady girlfriends
Panicking at where they're at
Jenny, please, let′s never become like that
Become like that, become like that
Become like that, become like that
Like a sinking rock tied to the lake of a person
I′d rather be a flat stone skipping across the ocean
When the Melbourne summer is endless
And the warm wind leaves you helpless
Life's too good to become someone else′s
Become someone else's, become someone else′s
Become someone else's, become someone
Else than this hopeless young fool
What Tracy sang ′bout me was true
It all depends what lens you're looking through, maybe
But all I know 'bout love, I learned from you, Tracy
The bats are sucking on cherries dangling from the trees
Hasn′t anyone told you what your fangs are for, little buddies?
That lonesome feeling and what it tells us
Sleeping on my arm ′til it become someone else's
Sleeping on my arm ′til it become someone else's
Become someone else′s, become someone else's
Become someone else′s, become someone else's
Become someone else's, become someone else′s
Become someone else′s, become someone else's
Writer(s): Jens Martin Lekman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com