(George Flanagan)
You can scratch it but it won’t go away
You’re feeling like it’s empty in here
It doesn’t make sense cause it’s Saturday
You’re waiting for me to appear
I’m sorry bout the double date
I thought that you might see a spark
Some things you gotta instigate
Only when it gets dark
You send me postcards from a block away
Of all the details of that night
You’re scared to tell me face to face
You’ve always been too polite
I’m sorry bout the double date
I thought that you might see a spark
Some things you gotta instigate
Only when it gets dark
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