Oysterhead - Birthday Boys Lyrics
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Birthday Boys
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What Are The Lyrics For Birthday Boys By Oysterhead?
Gina knows what it's like to be
On the other side of midnight Gina's eyes are sensitive To the brighter side of daylight She knows what it's like to be The topic of conversation While birthday boys are wallowing In ichors of adulation I don't mind If you stand around and look at me tonight I quite like it Guys like us are blind To the dirt that gathers in between The toes of moderation Gina knows You can come around but don't you talk to me I'm not in the mood for conversation You can come around But don't you talk to me You can come around but don't you talk to me I'm not in the mood for conversation You can come around But don't you talk to me I don't mind If you come around and drink up all my wine Won't be the first time Sometimes I find Little treasures hidden deep within my drawers Gina knows You can come around but don't you talk to me I'm not in the mood for conversation You can come around But don't you talk to me You can come around but don't you talk to me I'm not in the mood for conversation You can come around But don't you talk to me You can come around but don't you talk to me Gina knows, what it's like to be I'm not in the mood for conversation You can come around But don't you talk to me Gina knows, what it is to find. |
Who Wrote Birthday Boys By Oysterhead?
Les Claypool, Ernest Anastasio
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What's The Duration Of The Birthday Boys By Oysterhead?The duration of Birthday Boys is 3:05 minutes and seconds. |
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