Tutankhamun's huffing up dust in the bathroom
So hungry to be here with you, I'm here 'cause I have to
Outta sight, outta mind, Schrödinger's cat in a vacuum
Who puts the comma underneath your period tattoo?
When you're alone, then they'll ask you
But I wouldn't count on me
Under the bed with the devil in the sheets
Kiss me just to bite out my baby teeth
Oh don't you hate being eighteen?
Bonnie talks an awful lot for someone so unacquainted
Don't trust a hug, it's just a way of hiding your face
I want a chip on the shoulder, an act of God, or a good book on fishing with a lightning rod
When the raining stops
You'll eat your words
You'll eat 'em up
You'll eat em up
But I wouldn't could on you
Little white lies turning purple to roux
Kiss me just to see what the f*ck I'd do
Oh don't you hate being eighteen too?
I wouldn't count on me
Under the bed with the devil in the sheets
Kiss me just to bite out my baby teeth
Oh don't you hate being eighteen?
I wouldn't could on you
Little white lies turning purple to roux
Kiss me just to see what the f*ck I'd do
Oh don't you hate being eighteen too?
Indiana Pickle Farm - Eighteen Lyrics
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Tutankhamun's huffing up dust in the bathroom
So hungry to be here with you, I'm here 'cause I have to
Outta sight, outta mind, Schrödinger's cat in a vacuum
Who puts the comma underneath your period tattoo?
When you're alone, then they'll ask you
But I wouldn't count on me
Under the bed with the devil in the sheets
Kiss me just to bite out my baby teeth
Oh don't you hate being eighteen?
Bonnie talks an awful lot for someone so unacquainted
Don't trust a hug, it's just a way of hiding your face
I want a chip on the shoulder, an act of God, or a good book on fishing with a lightning rod
When the raining stops
You'll eat your words
You'll eat 'em up
You'll eat em up
But I wouldn't could on you
Little white lies turning purple to roux
Kiss me just to see what the f*ck I'd do
Oh don't you hate being eighteen too?
I wouldn't count on me
Under the bed with the devil in the sheets
Kiss me just to bite out my baby teeth
Oh don't you hate being eighteen?
I wouldn't could on you
Little white lies turning purple to roux
Kiss me just to see what the f*ck I'd do
Oh don't you hate being eighteen too?
So hungry to be here with you, I'm here 'cause I have to
Outta sight, outta mind, Schrödinger's cat in a vacuum
Who puts the comma underneath your period tattoo?
When you're alone, then they'll ask you
But I wouldn't count on me
Under the bed with the devil in the sheets
Kiss me just to bite out my baby teeth
Oh don't you hate being eighteen?
Bonnie talks an awful lot for someone so unacquainted
Don't trust a hug, it's just a way of hiding your face
I want a chip on the shoulder, an act of God, or a good book on fishing with a lightning rod
When the raining stops
You'll eat your words
You'll eat 'em up
You'll eat em up
But I wouldn't could on you
Little white lies turning purple to roux
Kiss me just to see what the f*ck I'd do
Oh don't you hate being eighteen too?
I wouldn't count on me
Under the bed with the devil in the sheets
Kiss me just to bite out my baby teeth
Oh don't you hate being eighteen?
I wouldn't could on you
Little white lies turning purple to roux
Kiss me just to see what the f*ck I'd do
Oh don't you hate being eighteen too?
Writer: Ryan Lavey
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