Boys marching to war to certain defeat
They were younger than me
Guns poke through the trees death on a whim
They were aiming at him
And when the bullets came he didn't duck
He wrapped her pantyhose around his neck
And he could feel their magic working
Keeping him from harm
Away to some place mystical and warm
His lucky charm
He got caught no cover at all
He'd breathe in her scent not even a scratch
He didn't die when he stepped on a mine
They were violet and soft it didn't go off
And when her letter came he didn't cry
He wrapped her pantyhose around his eyes
And he could feel their magic working
Keeping him from harm
Even though she didn't love him anymore
You can't kill a lucky charm
TV Girl - French Exit Album Lyrics
TV Girl - French Exit Lyrics
[ Thanks to idon for adding these lyrics ]
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Birds Don't Sing
She said, "How could you joke at a time like this?"
I know why, because this is what you wanted all along now, isn't it?
I think that all you ever really ever wanted was a reason to complain
That never stopped you before, don't let it get in your way
Those are her words, not mine
As far as I'm concerned, we could've had a good time, so
If you walk out that door in disgust
I guess there's nothing more to discuss
Birds don't sing, they just fall from the sky
Girls don't call, and they never tell you why
That's just how they say goodbye
Goodbye
Don't listen to my music, don't lie in my bed
Don't listen to the references
To things you might have actually said
'Cause those are my words, not yours
As far as I'm concerned, it could've been a lot worse
I wasn't trying to avoid the confrontation
She isn't crying, she's just making conversation
Birds don't sing, they just fall from the sky
Girls don't call, and they never tell you why
That's just how they say goodbye
Goodbye
I know why, because this is what you wanted all along now, isn't it?
I think that all you ever really ever wanted was a reason to complain
That never stopped you before, don't let it get in your way
Those are her words, not mine
As far as I'm concerned, we could've had a good time, so
If you walk out that door in disgust
I guess there's nothing more to discuss
Birds don't sing, they just fall from the sky
Girls don't call, and they never tell you why
That's just how they say goodbye
Goodbye
Don't listen to my music, don't lie in my bed
Don't listen to the references
To things you might have actually said
'Cause those are my words, not yours
As far as I'm concerned, it could've been a lot worse
I wasn't trying to avoid the confrontation
She isn't crying, she's just making conversation
Birds don't sing, they just fall from the sky
Girls don't call, and they never tell you why
That's just how they say goodbye
Goodbye
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Louise
Louise, she just wasn't thinking
When she climbed into his bed
She only wanted to lie beside him
To hell with his best friend
She woke him up and she whispered
But the answer wasn't good:
"Whatever made you think I would ever love you
Even if I could?"
Louise
You can't be anybody's friend
Louise
I'll love you 'til I'm dead
Louise
Not even if she likes the way you dance
Louise never heard about puppy love
'Cause they don't know that term in France
She came from across the country
Just to stare into her phone
She came to the same apartment
She only wanted to be left alone
And she could catch anybody's attention
But it never won her friends
Love could kick you out on the streets
But it'd never pay your rent
Louise
You can't be anybody's friend
Louise
I'll love you til I'm dead
Louise
Not even if she likes the way you dance
Louise never heard about puppy love
'Cause they don't know that term in France
When she climbed into his bed
She only wanted to lie beside him
To hell with his best friend
She woke him up and she whispered
But the answer wasn't good:
"Whatever made you think I would ever love you
Even if I could?"
Louise
You can't be anybody's friend
Louise
I'll love you 'til I'm dead
Louise
Not even if she likes the way you dance
Louise never heard about puppy love
'Cause they don't know that term in France
She came from across the country
Just to stare into her phone
She came to the same apartment
She only wanted to be left alone
And she could catch anybody's attention
But it never won her friends
Love could kick you out on the streets
But it'd never pay your rent
Louise
You can't be anybody's friend
Louise
I'll love you til I'm dead
Louise
Not even if she likes the way you dance
Louise never heard about puppy love
'Cause they don't know that term in France
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Hate Yourself
You, you'd fall in love with anyone
I think you'd fall in love with anyone
Who fell in love with you
And they frequently do
So take comfort
Cruel comfort
Before you start to wonder
How you got locked inside your room
And how long will it
Take before you start to hate yourself and go
Straight to the arms of someone else and I'll just
Wait 'til those arms belong to me and I'm not
Saying that you love me
I'm not saying any
Thing
Tell me, do you let them down gently?
Does it only make it harder?
To let the feeling linger
To drag it out a little longer
Does it put your mind at ease?
But you're the one who brought 'em here
You're the one who has to take 'em when you leave
And how long will it
Take before you start to hate yourself and go
Straight to the arms of someone else and I'll just
Wait 'til those arms belong to me and I'm not
Saying that you love me
I'm not saying any
Thing
And how long will it
Take before you start to hate yourself and go
Straight to the arms of someone else and I'll just
Wait 'til those arms belong to me and I'm not
Saying that you love me
I'm not saying any
I think you'd fall in love with anyone
Who fell in love with you
And they frequently do
So take comfort
Cruel comfort
Before you start to wonder
How you got locked inside your room
And how long will it
Take before you start to hate yourself and go
Straight to the arms of someone else and I'll just
Wait 'til those arms belong to me and I'm not
Saying that you love me
I'm not saying any
Thing
Tell me, do you let them down gently?
Does it only make it harder?
To let the feeling linger
To drag it out a little longer
Does it put your mind at ease?
But you're the one who brought 'em here
You're the one who has to take 'em when you leave
And how long will it
Take before you start to hate yourself and go
Straight to the arms of someone else and I'll just
Wait 'til those arms belong to me and I'm not
Saying that you love me
I'm not saying any
Thing
And how long will it
Take before you start to hate yourself and go
Straight to the arms of someone else and I'll just
Wait 'til those arms belong to me and I'm not
Saying that you love me
I'm not saying any
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The Getaway
("You are very young. You are clever. And you are very beautiful. Because of your youth, you should be exceptionally valuable to us.")
("And I was very lonely. So I thought tonight I will have an adventure.")
("If I'm never to see you again I can forget you in a minute! You'll see!")
("She's just pretending.")
("You were wrong. I wasn't! I loved you!")
Well this thing that we had built
Was flaying into shreds
It was sharp and it was dry
Like the hair on a shrunken head
And all the king's men
Spread the pieces on the floor
By the time they fit together
We had forgotten what they were for
Pretending like she's beautiful
In the pictures I can see
But she only picks the good ones
And that's more than I can say for me
But that's the way it always starts
You feel like Lily and the Jack of Hearts
Always making out like bandits
Until you get away and it falls apart
It falls apart
You're always dressed up like a priest
You're always drilling through the wall
Cracking the safe and skipping town
While poor Rosemary takes the fall
You're always looking for the future
Rinsing out the dye
Looking for a moral to the story
That sounded good and happened to rhyme
Rosemary on the gallows
Dressed like nothing's wrong
No funeral no flowers
For an outlaw in a song
But that's the way it always starts
You feel like Lily and the Jack of Hearts
Always making out like bandits
Until you get away and it falls apart
It falls apart
("She's just pretending.")
("You were wrong. I wasn't! I loved you!")
But that's the way it always starts
You feel like Lily and the Jack of Hearts
Always making out like bandits
Until you get away and it falls apart
It falls apart
But that's the way it always starts (that's the way it always starts)
You feel like Lily and the Jack of Hearts
("And I was very lonely. So I thought tonight I will have an adventure.")
("If I'm never to see you again I can forget you in a minute! You'll see!")
("She's just pretending.")
("You were wrong. I wasn't! I loved you!")
Well this thing that we had built
Was flaying into shreds
It was sharp and it was dry
Like the hair on a shrunken head
And all the king's men
Spread the pieces on the floor
By the time they fit together
We had forgotten what they were for
Pretending like she's beautiful
In the pictures I can see
But she only picks the good ones
And that's more than I can say for me
But that's the way it always starts
You feel like Lily and the Jack of Hearts
Always making out like bandits
Until you get away and it falls apart
It falls apart
You're always dressed up like a priest
You're always drilling through the wall
Cracking the safe and skipping town
While poor Rosemary takes the fall
You're always looking for the future
Rinsing out the dye
Looking for a moral to the story
That sounded good and happened to rhyme
Rosemary on the gallows
Dressed like nothing's wrong
No funeral no flowers
For an outlaw in a song
But that's the way it always starts
You feel like Lily and the Jack of Hearts
Always making out like bandits
Until you get away and it falls apart
It falls apart
("She's just pretending.")
("You were wrong. I wasn't! I loved you!")
But that's the way it always starts
You feel like Lily and the Jack of Hearts
Always making out like bandits
Until you get away and it falls apart
It falls apart
But that's the way it always starts (that's the way it always starts)
You feel like Lily and the Jack of Hearts
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Talk to Strangers
There's a beautiful girl
And a handsome guy
She's sitting all alone
He's giving her the eye
They approach one another
They don't realize the danger
What will they say?
What do you think?
She'll crack another smile
He'll buy another drink
That isn't the important part
That happens later
You should've listened to your mother
Don't ever talk to strangers
Lust turns to boredom
Boredom to lust
Diminishing returns
With each and every thrust
The energy's preserved
Just converted into anger
Don't take candy
Don't get in someone's car
Don't let anybody touch you
No matter who they are
The police are at your door
Turns out the killer was your neighbor
He seemed like such a normal guy
A little quiet, nothing major
You should've listened to your mother
Don't ever talk to strangers
Ooh, don't ever talk to strangers
And a handsome guy
She's sitting all alone
He's giving her the eye
They approach one another
They don't realize the danger
What will they say?
What do you think?
She'll crack another smile
He'll buy another drink
That isn't the important part
That happens later
You should've listened to your mother
Don't ever talk to strangers
Lust turns to boredom
Boredom to lust
Diminishing returns
With each and every thrust
The energy's preserved
Just converted into anger
Don't take candy
Don't get in someone's car
Don't let anybody touch you
No matter who they are
The police are at your door
Turns out the killer was your neighbor
He seemed like such a normal guy
A little quiet, nothing major
You should've listened to your mother
Don't ever talk to strangers
Ooh, don't ever talk to strangers
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The Blonde
Who's gonna pay attention
To the redheads of the world?
Who's gonna call them up at night
When they're naked and alone?
And who's gonna kiss the brown haired girls?
Who's gonna wipe away their tears?
And what about the black haired girls?
Who's gonna whisper filthy things into their ears?
'Cause anyone who ever had a brain
Wouldn't stand out in the rain
Or keep it up for very long
Just to prove somebody wrong
And anyone who ever had a heart
Or sang a lonesome song
Would sell their little souls
Just to make it with the blonde
It's just unearned admiration
Are you sick of all the stares?
You don't need to hide yourself away
You only need to dye your hair
But it won't do you any good
'Cause pretty soon your roots will be showing
And anytime you try to leave the room
They'll ask you, "Just where the hell
Do you think you're going?"
'Cause anyone who ever had a brain
Wouldn't stand out in the rain
Or keep it up for very long
Just to prove somebody wrong
And anyone who ever had a heart
Or sang a lonesome song
Would sell their little souls
Just to make it with the blonde
To the redheads of the world?
Who's gonna call them up at night
When they're naked and alone?
And who's gonna kiss the brown haired girls?
Who's gonna wipe away their tears?
And what about the black haired girls?
Who's gonna whisper filthy things into their ears?
'Cause anyone who ever had a brain
Wouldn't stand out in the rain
Or keep it up for very long
Just to prove somebody wrong
And anyone who ever had a heart
Or sang a lonesome song
Would sell their little souls
Just to make it with the blonde
It's just unearned admiration
Are you sick of all the stares?
You don't need to hide yourself away
You only need to dye your hair
But it won't do you any good
'Cause pretty soon your roots will be showing
And anytime you try to leave the room
They'll ask you, "Just where the hell
Do you think you're going?"
'Cause anyone who ever had a brain
Wouldn't stand out in the rain
Or keep it up for very long
Just to prove somebody wrong
And anyone who ever had a heart
Or sang a lonesome song
Would sell their little souls
Just to make it with the blonde
Writer: Bradley Petering
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Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Daughter of a Cop
Sneaking the pillow under the sheets
I know a place where everyone meets
But she knows a place
Where the cops don't go
And she'd be the one if anyone knows
If half the fun was to cut and run
And the other half was getting caught
Then don't stop (don't stop)
She was the daughter of a cop
Don't stop (don't stop)
The daughter of a cop
Making love is an easy thing to do
And she didn't feel like pushing herself
But don't be fooled
'Cause it could have been you
Or him or anyone else
If half the fun was to cut and run
And the other half was getting caught
Then when the fix comes in
She'll get a slap on the wrist
And leave you in a cell to rot
So don't stop (don't stop)
She was the daughter of a cop
Don't stop (don't stop)
The daughter of a cop
Don't stop (don't stop)
The daughter of a cop
I know a place where everyone meets
But she knows a place
Where the cops don't go
And she'd be the one if anyone knows
If half the fun was to cut and run
And the other half was getting caught
Then don't stop (don't stop)
She was the daughter of a cop
Don't stop (don't stop)
The daughter of a cop
Making love is an easy thing to do
And she didn't feel like pushing herself
But don't be fooled
'Cause it could have been you
Or him or anyone else
If half the fun was to cut and run
And the other half was getting caught
Then when the fix comes in
She'll get a slap on the wrist
And leave you in a cell to rot
So don't stop (don't stop)
She was the daughter of a cop
Don't stop (don't stop)
The daughter of a cop
Don't stop (don't stop)
The daughter of a cop
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Lovers Rock
Are you sick of me?
Would you like to be?
I'm tryna tell you something
Something that I already said
You like the pretty boy
With a pretty voice
Who's tryna sell you something
Something that you already have
But if you're too drunk to drive
And the music is right
She might let you stay
But just for the night
And if she grabs for your hand
And drags you along
She might want a kiss
Before the end of the song
Because love
Can burn like a cigarette
And leave you alone with nothing
And leave you alone with nothing
While the others talk
We were listening to Lovers Rock
In her bedroom
In her bedroom
And if you start to kiss
And the record skips
Flip it over
And sit a little closer
But if you're too drunk to drive
And the music is right
She might let you stay
But just for the night
And if she grabs for your hand
And drags you along
She might want a kiss
Before the end of the song
Because love
Can burn like a cigarette
And leave you alone with nothing
And leave you alone with nothing
Now, how many men have you kissed? (Very few)
But you offered me a kiss, why?
Such a foolish reason, I'm afraid, I just wanted to kiss you
Do-do, do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do, do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do, do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do, do-do-do-do-do-do
Because love (do-do, do-do-do-do-do-do)
Can burn like a cigarette (do-do, do-do-do-do-do-do)
And leave you alone with nothing (do-do, do-do-do-do-do-do)
And leave you alone with nothing
Would you like to be?
I'm tryna tell you something
Something that I already said
You like the pretty boy
With a pretty voice
Who's tryna sell you something
Something that you already have
But if you're too drunk to drive
And the music is right
She might let you stay
But just for the night
And if she grabs for your hand
And drags you along
She might want a kiss
Before the end of the song
Because love
Can burn like a cigarette
And leave you alone with nothing
And leave you alone with nothing
While the others talk
We were listening to Lovers Rock
In her bedroom
In her bedroom
And if you start to kiss
And the record skips
Flip it over
And sit a little closer
But if you're too drunk to drive
And the music is right
She might let you stay
But just for the night
And if she grabs for your hand
And drags you along
She might want a kiss
Before the end of the song
Because love
Can burn like a cigarette
And leave you alone with nothing
And leave you alone with nothing
Now, how many men have you kissed? (Very few)
But you offered me a kiss, why?
Such a foolish reason, I'm afraid, I just wanted to kiss you
Do-do, do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do, do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do, do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do, do-do-do-do-do-do
Because love (do-do, do-do-do-do-do-do)
Can burn like a cigarette (do-do, do-do-do-do-do-do)
And leave you alone with nothing (do-do, do-do-do-do-do-do)
And leave you alone with nothing
Writer: Bradley Petering
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Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Her and Her Friend
I think it's funny how you could find yourself alone
With someone else in an ideal situation
Without a shred of good intentions between you
Much less a decent explanation
I couldn't tell you why she summoned me
Sometimes you get lucky
And they think that you were someone else
I can't remember what she said
Was she trying to tell me something
Or talking to herself?
Go upstairs don't close the door
Why don't you give her what she's asking for?
Spill the drink onto the bed
That's just between her and her friend
But it made it hard to sleep
'Til her head felt even worse
And I hope that she felt miserable
When it was time to go to work
Her and her friend
Just did it as revenge
So any excess pain you feel
Isn't any consequence
But don't feel bad
'Cause you didn't stand a chance
You can make a hasty exit
That's how they handle it in France
Little consolation
Even if you always knew it
So any nasty things I say
Are purely therapeutic
Go upstairs don't close the door
Why don't you give her what she's asking for?
Spill the drink onto the bed
That's just between her and her friend
Close the door, leave on the light
And kiss her for a little while
The liquor soaked into the sheets
She said, "It's getting late, you'd better leave"
I'm not budging until you tell me why
Please, go
Not until you look me straight in the eye and tell me why
Go away and never come back again
Go away, please, go away
Go away, please, go away...
With someone else in an ideal situation
Without a shred of good intentions between you
Much less a decent explanation
I couldn't tell you why she summoned me
Sometimes you get lucky
And they think that you were someone else
I can't remember what she said
Was she trying to tell me something
Or talking to herself?
Go upstairs don't close the door
Why don't you give her what she's asking for?
Spill the drink onto the bed
That's just between her and her friend
But it made it hard to sleep
'Til her head felt even worse
And I hope that she felt miserable
When it was time to go to work
Her and her friend
Just did it as revenge
So any excess pain you feel
Isn't any consequence
But don't feel bad
'Cause you didn't stand a chance
You can make a hasty exit
That's how they handle it in France
Little consolation
Even if you always knew it
So any nasty things I say
Are purely therapeutic
Go upstairs don't close the door
Why don't you give her what she's asking for?
Spill the drink onto the bed
That's just between her and her friend
Close the door, leave on the light
And kiss her for a little while
The liquor soaked into the sheets
She said, "It's getting late, you'd better leave"
I'm not budging until you tell me why
Please, go
Not until you look me straight in the eye and tell me why
Go away and never come back again
Go away, please, go away
Go away, please, go away...
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Come When You Call
The sound of mass confusion
Reverberated down the hall
Into the ears of a stoic roommate
Who put her headphones on
But in the space between the songs
(That's where she paid the most attention)
Beneath the crack on the door
(The candle flickered and got extinguished)
The reassuring hum of the freeway
As she drifted off to sleep
And it was five o'clock in the morning
You had no good reason to leave
Ooh baby I'll come when you call (I'll come when you call)
I'll come when you call (I'll come when you call)
I'll come when you call (I'll come when you call)
I'll come but that's all (I'll come when you call)
Linda Ronstadt on the stereo
She was singing Warren Zevon
Hold me tighter, Carmelita
Make the night not last so long
And if it seems so peaceful now
(Why don't you wait until the morning light?)
And catch the eye of the stoic roommate
(As you leave without saying goodbye)
And if you're ever left to wonder
Why anything goes right
Thank the god of bad decisions
The queen of lonely nights
Ooh baby I'll come when you call (I'll come when you call)
I'll come when you call (I'll come when you call)
I'll come when you call (I'll come when you call)
I'll come but that's all (I'll come when you call)
Why doesn't it always rain?
Reverberated down the hall
Into the ears of a stoic roommate
Who put her headphones on
But in the space between the songs
(That's where she paid the most attention)
Beneath the crack on the door
(The candle flickered and got extinguished)
The reassuring hum of the freeway
As she drifted off to sleep
And it was five o'clock in the morning
You had no good reason to leave
Ooh baby I'll come when you call (I'll come when you call)
I'll come when you call (I'll come when you call)
I'll come when you call (I'll come when you call)
I'll come but that's all (I'll come when you call)
Linda Ronstadt on the stereo
She was singing Warren Zevon
Hold me tighter, Carmelita
Make the night not last so long
And if it seems so peaceful now
(Why don't you wait until the morning light?)
And catch the eye of the stoic roommate
(As you leave without saying goodbye)
And if you're ever left to wonder
Why anything goes right
Thank the god of bad decisions
The queen of lonely nights
Ooh baby I'll come when you call (I'll come when you call)
I'll come when you call (I'll come when you call)
I'll come when you call (I'll come when you call)
I'll come but that's all (I'll come when you call)
Why doesn't it always rain?
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Anjela
Standing in the kitchen
Wondering where Anjela's gone
She didn't even drive here
She couldn't have gotten very far
But what does it matter anyways
I didn't like her anyways
I only let her crawl into my arms
I wasn't trying to lead anyone on
I was only trying to stay warm
Oh, Anjela
Can't stand the cold
And it's not summer anymore
I haven't seen the last of her
There was euphemisms and arrangements
There was alleged transgressions
She said, I'm not very good at talking about this stuff
So never mind
She buried her face in the pillow
What does it matter anyways
She didn't like me anyways
I only thought because she climbed into my arms
But she wasn't trying to turn anyone on
She was only trying to stay warm
Oh, Anjela
Can't stand the cold
And it's not summer anymore
I haven't seen the last of her
Oh, Anjela
Can't stand the cold
And it's not summer anymore
I haven't seen the last of her
Wondering where Anjela's gone
She didn't even drive here
She couldn't have gotten very far
But what does it matter anyways
I didn't like her anyways
I only let her crawl into my arms
I wasn't trying to lead anyone on
I was only trying to stay warm
Oh, Anjela
Can't stand the cold
And it's not summer anymore
I haven't seen the last of her
There was euphemisms and arrangements
There was alleged transgressions
She said, I'm not very good at talking about this stuff
So never mind
She buried her face in the pillow
What does it matter anyways
She didn't like me anyways
I only thought because she climbed into my arms
But she wasn't trying to turn anyone on
She was only trying to stay warm
Oh, Anjela
Can't stand the cold
And it's not summer anymore
I haven't seen the last of her
Oh, Anjela
Can't stand the cold
And it's not summer anymore
I haven't seen the last of her
[ Thanks to idon for adding these lyrics ]
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French Exit is the debut studio album by American indie pop band TV Girl. It was released on June 5, 2014 and follows the release of their first mixtape The Wild, The Innocent, The TV Shuffle and their third EP Lonely Women. The band describe the album's songs as "about lost lust, too much love and not enough."
The album cover is an edited photo taken from Mary Lee Gowland's 1969 poetry collection, Tender Bough. In the album's liner notes, it is stated that the image was taken by Mary's father, Peter Gowland, and used as the album cover with her permission. The album received more popularity through TikTok, following the increase in usage of the album's ninth track, "Lovers Rock", which has over 800 million streams on Spotify as of 2024.
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TV GirlThe album cover is an edited photo taken from Mary Lee Gowland's 1969 poetry collection, Tender Bough. In the album's liner notes, it is stated that the image was taken by Mary's father, Peter Gowland, and used as the album cover with her permission. The album received more popularity through TikTok, following the increase in usage of the album's ninth track, "Lovers Rock", which has over 800 million streams on Spotify as of 2024.
Genre(s): Indie pop
Producer(s): TV Girl
Released: June 5th, 2014
Year: 2014