The Cars - Misfit Kid Lyrics

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Misfit Kid

Misfit Kid Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Misfit Kid By The Cars?
I dream frequently, sometimes they come out funny
I go through insanity, all they want is money All these parties they get so habitual The same sea of faces Always pushin', always pullin' Always in the races I get cooled out I get the come ons I get rumbled I get crumbled, yeah I'm the American misfit kid I'm still wonderin' what I did I'm stiletto, so so sharp and I'm willin' to cut Sometimes nebulous, well I'm ready to strut Lost and frantic, new age romantic I'm checkin' out the race I never cared about what it meant Always loved disgrace I get rhythm I get cornflakes I get fast love I get wasted, yeah I'm the American misfit kid Still wonderin' what I did I'm on the inside, takin' a fast ride (I'm on the inside, takin' a fast ride) I dream frequently, sometimes they come out funny, ha I live with absurdity, it's always warm and runny And all these parties they get so ritual Lonely hearts and aces Always pushin', ah, always pullin', always in the races I get cooled out I get the come ons I get rumbled I get crumbled, yeah I'm the American misfit kid I'm still wonderin' what I did I'm on the inside, takin' a fast ride I'm the American misfit kid I'm still wonderin' what I did I'm on the inside, takin' a fast ride That's right I get cooled out I get the come ons I get rumbled I get crumbled I get cornflakes Fast love, wasted |
Who Wrote Misfit Kid By The Cars?
Ric Ocasek
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