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b*** Please
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Matt Jonasen, Dan VanHout, Kris Wolfe, Tom Benolkin
We are excited about the sound that we are starting to produce. All of the songs listed so far have been impromptu recordings and are in no way the final product. I just felt like letting everyone in on what we've been working on.
Song Info
Genre
Alternative • Indie
Charts
Peak #281
Peak in subgenre #50
Uploaded
August 27, 2010
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MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 3:54
Story behind the song
This is me letting go of any guilt I used to feel for a bad break up.
Lyrics
I’m sorry I’m not sorry that you’re mad. But it brings a crooked smile to the face that I got from mom and dad on my birthday a couple years ago or so. I feel I’m less affected by the news and I choose to loosen the noose that I hung myself from all these years and my dear it’s not your fault. Ooh-ooh-Oooh, Ooh-ooh-Oooh, Ooh-ooh-Oo-oo-oo-OOOH. B****, please! Don’t get a bundle in your undies and perish the thought of me losing what I got. I’m just saying I’m praying for a meteor to come and crash into my head and get you out of there. I’m sorry how it ended, but I digress. Those depressed expressions babe, oh, they put me to the test. My captain, oh captain, I’m fearing that I failed. I’m not gonna sit and tell you that you are a detuned piano but deep in my heart you seem like a wailing banshee just saying that I am wrong. Ooh-ooh-Oooh, Ooh-ooh-Oooh, Ooh-ooh-Oo-oo-oo-OOOH. B****, please! Don’t get a bundle in your undies and perish the thought of me losing what I got. I’m just saying I’m praying for a meteor to come and crash into my head and get you out of there. Maybe before saw your name on the guest list I’ll get all choked up inside. But in homage to A way that we used to B I guess I’ll have to C. Everything is gone, gone, gone. Everything is gone, gone, gone. Just the way that you wanted it to be, yeah yeah. Ooh-ooh-Oooh, Ooh-ooh-Oooh, Ooh-ooh-Oo-oo-oo-OOOH. B****, please! Don’t get a bundle in your undies and perish the thought of me losing what I got. I’m just saying I’m praying for a meteor to come and crash into my head and get you out of there.
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