More songs by TV Girl
Description
Composer: Bradley Robert Petering
Lyricist: Bradley Robert Petering
Lyrics and translation
Original
Dating courtesies.
A girl is right to assume her date will perform little acts of courtesy which are his privilege.
If you are smart, you will allow him to hold the door as you always change. Don't barge on ahead like an angry person.
He'll get a tip from this and it will be in your favor.
If he's correct in his ways, let him know you expect him to act like a gentleman.
He'll love it and you're a great and in return turn glad of his manners as well.
Excuse me for a second while I bang my head against this wall.
And I'm starting to suspect you don't intend to do what you say at all.
Forgive you loyal sycophant for leaving lipstick stains upon your shoes.
And I wasted all my favorite melody. And watched best friends turn to enemy.
You heard I like the bad girls, baby, maybe that's true.
For everybody else except us.
Excuse me, miss, but isn't this your naked body in my bed?
And how come it always felt like you were taking something away when you were giving head?
And it's a promise and a threat to say the F word, to be careful who you screw.
And I used up all this lingering energy.
Tell me, was everything you ever said to me just. . .
Still thinking there was something in a girl's underwear that could change me, like I was still in middle school, like a fool.
Lonesome poets throwing glitter in their hair.
Doing summer songs, exploding in mid-air.
But you don't ever notice or you don't care, or both.
And when they take off all their clothes, we're still not close enough
English translation
Dating courtesies.
A girl is right to assume her date will perform little acts of courtesy which are his privilege.
If you are smart, you will allow him to hold the door as you always change. Don't barge on ahead like an angry person.
He'll get a tip from this and it will be in your favor.
If he's correct in his ways, let him know you expect him to act like a gentleman.
He'll love it and you're a great and in return turn glad of his manners as well.
Excuse me for a second while I bang my head against this wall.
And I'm starting to suspect you don't intend to do what you say at all.
Forgive you loyal sycophant for leaving lipstick stains upon your shoes.
And I wasted all my favorite melody. And watched best friends turn to enemy.
You heard I like the bad girls, baby, maybe that's true.
For everybody else except us.
Excuse me, miss, but isn't this your naked body in my bed?
And how come it always felt like you were taking something away when you were giving head?
And it's a promise and a threat to say the F word, to be careful who you screw.
And I used up all this lingering energy.
Tell me, was everything you ever said to me just. . .
Still thinking there was something in a girl's underwear that could change me, like I was still in middle school, like a fool.
Lonesome poets throwing glitter in their hair.
Doing summer songs, exploding in mid-air.
But you don't ever notice or you don't care, or both.
And when they take off all their clothes, we're still not close enough