A-ha! Dance Gavin Dance baby,
Downtown Battle Mountain two!
First it's the casting call, but I'm playing basketball,
My wife she notifies that I missed a call on my phone,
Now why are you snooping, when you should be cooking,
If you read my texts one more time!
If you fill the pageant bowl I will be masterful,
Well full of liquid comedy, namaste, your baller bag is on its way.
Red full of lexicons, polishing megatron,
If you beat the hoe, you tell your bros, I need this yo!
Stop, don't panic,
I've got a plan, let's both pretend you didn't take that one night stand, oh.
So hide your face, collect your things
This is what we call the walk of shame.
Oh pretty lady I know the cost at the gate, you're almost there.
Next it's the pinnacle of me being cynical,
Can I be the lynch pin compelling to judge a lottery?
Baggy and awfully, bumpy and blistery, brutally homeless and fluffy.)
Hey there, pretty girl, I'm already in your head.
Hey there, pretty girl, I'm already in.
Hey there, pretty girl, don't hide what's inside.
Hey there, pretty girl, don't hide what's inside.
(So nice, so nice to meet you.)
Lift your head for the last time,
Lift it higher and higher and high,
How can you love what you can't see?
How can you love what you can't touch?
I tell them personal tastes are fine,
We've been over this a million times,
You'll never unhinge those biased chromosomes alone.
Hey there, pretty girl, I'm already in your head,
Hey there, pretty girl, I'm already in,
Hey there, pretty girl, don't hide what's inside,
Hey there, pretty girl, don't hide.
So nice, so nice to meet you.
Writer(s): Jonny Craig, William Swan, Jonathan David Mess, Matthew James Mingus
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