More songs by Eliza McLamb
Description
Vocalist, Composer Lyricist: Eliza McLamb
Recording Engineer, Producer, Mixing Engineer: Sarah Tudzin
Additional Engineer: Lawson Alderson
Mastering Engineer: Greg Obis
Lyrics and translation
Original
Had a dream about the politician's son.
In it, I was watching him come undone. Saw myself a teenager again. "Who's your daddy?
" I was asking him.
He drove fast and made me scared.
Then laid me down and pulled my hair. So Americana, dishwater blonde.
So symbolic with that dollar sign.
They have something I won't ever get.
But I kept chasing it, waking up in their beds.
I like the boys like the boys like to shoot their guns.
Something I can hold in my hand, pretending to be someone.
You gotta hang on tight when you find a good man.
You can go anywhere he can. Fists full of white T-shirt in my hand.
Souvenirs of a better plan. I was just a kid and I had no choice.
It arrived without my knowing. Now I'm just a body when I'm with the boys.
When I'm with the boys.
They have something I won't ever get.
But I kept chasing it, waking up in their beds.
I like the boys like the boys like to shoot their guns.
Something I can hold in my hand, pretending to be someone.
Thought I could be a symbol and you could be my savior.
I'm a first mate on your big boat. Yelling, "Hey, sailor.
" My Abercrombie underwear, flower in my hair.
I thought I was one of them, but I was just standing there.
English translation
Had a dream about the politician's son.
In it, I was watching him come undone. Saw myself a teenager again. "Who's your daddy?
" I was asking him.
He drove fast and made me scared.
Then laid me down and pulled my hair. So Americana, dishwater blonde.
So symbolic with that dollar sign.
They have something I won't ever get.
But I kept chasing it, waking up in their beds.
I like the boys like the boys like to shoot their guns.
Something I can hold in my hand, pretending to be someone.
You gotta hang on tight when you find a good man.
You can go anywhere he can. Fists full of white T-shirt in my hand.
Souvenirs of a better plan. I was just a kid and I had no choice.
It arrived without my knowing. Now I'm just a body when I'm with the boys.
When I'm with the boys.
They have something I won't ever get.
But I kept chasing it, waking up in their beds.
I like the boys like the boys like to shoot their guns.
Something I can hold in my hand, pretending to be someone.
Thought I could be a symbol and you could be my savior.
I'm a first mate on your big boat. Yelling, "Hey, sailor.
" My Abercrombie underwear, flower in my hair.
I thought I was one of them, but I was just standing there.