I'm not often nervous but I'm scared to say the wrong thing
I'm over my ex but she's still in my head it's haunting
Happy with my life but I'm still filled with all this wanting
Now I'm turning to a plant, yeah you could call me swamp thing
Can't wait till the weathers nice we'll go up to vermont babe
Start my photosynthesis adrenosine triphosphate
You can be homecoming queen and I will be the prom king
Na na na you can call me swamp thing
Drop you off at logan on a hazy foggy night
Every single lamp post is a perfect cone of light
Driving under the weird f*cking Star Market on the pike
I always wonder what the people working there are like
Woah
I been stacking dough
Playing mario
Eating oreos
Sittin on my throne
I'm never alone
We were walking home
I was talking slow
Pizza Party Boy - Swampthing Lyrics
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I'm not often nervous but I'm scared to say the wrong thing
I'm over my ex but she's still in my head it's haunting
Happy with my life but I'm still filled with all this wanting
Now I'm turning to a plant, yeah you could call me swamp thing
Can't wait till the weathers nice we'll go up to vermont babe
Start my photosynthesis adrenosine triphosphate
You can be homecoming queen and I will be the prom king
Na na na you can call me swamp thing
Drop you off at logan on a hazy foggy night
Every single lamp post is a perfect cone of light
Driving under the weird f*cking Star Market on the pike
I always wonder what the people working there are like
Woah
I been stacking dough
Playing mario
Eating oreos
Sittin on my throne
I'm never alone
We were walking home
I was talking slow
I'm over my ex but she's still in my head it's haunting
Happy with my life but I'm still filled with all this wanting
Now I'm turning to a plant, yeah you could call me swamp thing
Can't wait till the weathers nice we'll go up to vermont babe
Start my photosynthesis adrenosine triphosphate
You can be homecoming queen and I will be the prom king
Na na na you can call me swamp thing
Drop you off at logan on a hazy foggy night
Every single lamp post is a perfect cone of light
Driving under the weird f*cking Star Market on the pike
I always wonder what the people working there are like
Woah
I been stacking dough
Playing mario
Eating oreos
Sittin on my throne
I'm never alone
We were walking home
I was talking slow
Writer: Eric Watterson
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