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TV Girl - Who Really Cares Album Lyrics



TV Girl - Who Really Cares Lyrics






Taking What's Not Yours

Thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours, is that-
Thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours, is that-
Thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours, is that-
Thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours, is that-

And I don't really know if she cares or not
All I know is she left a lot of stuff
In my apartment, she's never getting back
As her smell off a pillow fades
Her cigarettes might stay
Like a Roman Coliseum
A dry and worthless monument to our love

Ooh, I still have your lighter
Ooh, I still have your book
Ooh, I still have everything you brought
But you never took
You know where to find me
And I know where to look
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm not a-not a crook-crook

Thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours, is that-
Thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours, is that-
Thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours, is that-
Thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not-

And I don't really know if she knows or not
But I left some things in her jewelry box
And she's wearin' out my rings
Taking the compliments meant for me
And although I think I'll miss them
At least there's proof of my existence
A captive little soldier on her fingers
Deep behind enemy lines

Ooh, I still have your lighter
Ooh, I still have your book
Ooh, I still have everything you brought
But you never took
You know where to find me
And I know where to look
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm not a-not-not a-not-not a-I'm not a crook-crook-crook

Thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours, is that-
Thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours, is that-
Thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours, is that-
Thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours, is that-

My copy of Gravity's Rainbow
That she probably didn't read
And how about my Laura Nyro record
She probably threw away when she moved?
And how about the half a box of lentils
From when I cooked her food, that she probably didn't use?

I wanna dedicate this jam
To all those things I left behind in girls' apartments
And various domiciles over the years
Sometimes you gotta leave in a hurry, man, what can I say?
Except I didn't forget about any of it
Takin' it all back, one by one

Thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours, is that-
Thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours, is that-
Thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours, is that-
Thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours, is that-
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Writer: Bradley Robert Petering
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave






Song About Me

[Roxanne Shanté]
I wanna know why (And you don't know why)
Yeah, I wanna know why (And you don't know why)
Why'd you have to make a record 'bout me? (And you don't know why)
Why'd-Why'd you have to make a-Why'd you have to make a- (And you don't know why)
I wanna know why (And you don't know why)
Yeah, I wanna know why (And you don't know why)
Why'd you have to make a record 'bout me? (And you don't know why)
Why'd-Why'd you have to make a-Why'd you have to make a- (And you don't know why)

[Maddie Acid, Roxanne Shanté]
Yeah, I heard your song but I wasn't impressed
So, you got your feels hurt and now you're feeling depressed
Just because we had sex and it didn't last?
Now you want revenge, you wanna put me on blast?
Don't make me laugh, remember all those girls you played
With all the lies you told back in the day to get laid?
An excuse for Suzie, you got a story for Lori
And all those other girls you only called when you were horny (Have to make a-Why'd you have to make a-)
So yeah, it's nothing that you didn't do first
The only difference is that you probably did it worse
So look at the big bad soldier
Declaring holy war on every girl who didn't mean to f*ck him over
But karma's a bitch for hypocrites who kiss and tell
And talk shit about girls who only wished him well
So if you wanna chat, just stick to the facts and get at me
From Russia with love, Maddie

[Roxanne Shanté]
(And you don't know why, and you don't know why)
Why'd you have to make a record 'bout me? (And you don't know why)
Why'd-Why'd you have to make a- (And you don't know why)
Why'd you have to make a-
Why'd you have to make a- (And you don't know why)
Why'd you have to make a-
Why'd you have to make a- (And you don't know why)
Why'd you have to make a-
Why'd you have to make a record 'bout me? (And you don't know why)
Why'd-Why'd you have to make a- (And you don't know why)
Why'd-Why'd you have to make a record 'bout me?
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Cigarettes out the Window

My girl Liddy used to always smoke
Cigarettes when she couldn't sleep
She'd disappear for an hour and a half
And when she'd come back she'd brush her teeth
But I could still smell it on her raggedy tee
And I could taste it on her lips when we kissed
Poor little Liddy used to always quit
But she never really quit
She'd just say she did

My girl Liddy used to always smoke
Cigarettes when she couldn't sleep
I wonder what she did when she got done
I guess she'd just flick them out in the street
Poor little Liddy, she wishes it was dark
But it's never really dark in LA
The light from the billboard always shines
But it changed twelve times since you went away
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Writer: Bradley Petering, Greta Kline
Copyright: Lyrics © SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB.






Till You Tell Me to Leave

I'm just gonna stay 'til you tell me to go
I only wanna hear what I already know
But I just wanna hear it said out loud
"Leave me alone, God damn you, get out"
I'm just gonna stay 'til you tell me to leave
I'll climb onto your bed and I'll get under the sheets
Just until you look me straight in the eye
Point to the door, say, "Good luck and goodbye"
And I'm just gonna stay 'til you give me a reason
I'm not gonna let you let me down easy
Not until I hear it straight from your mouth
"He's coming over, I don't want you around"
So I'm just gonna sit here and stare at your lips
I won't read it in your face, I won't take any hints
You only used me 'til someone real came along
Tell me the truth, or tell me I'm wrong

"What good are words? What good are words?"
"Your heart is breaking."
"What good are words? What good are words?"
"I tried to tell you. You said you already knew."
"What good are words? What good are words?"
"Your time is up. Your time is up."
"What good are words? What good are words?"
"I was as honest as I knew how to be."
"What good are words? What good are words?"
"Your heart is breaking."
"What good are words? What good are words?"
"I could've betrayed you."
"What good are words? What good are words?"
"Your time is up. Your time is up."
"What good are words? What good are words?"
"You tricked me into loving you."
"I'm telling you that very frankly and honestly. If I did fall in love with you, it would still have to end in the same way."
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Not Allowed

Now you suck
We wanna talk about sex but we're not allowed
Well, we may not like it but you better learn how
'Cause it's your turn now
Boy, you're wasting your tongue with lame excuses and lies
Now, what's on your nasty old mind?

So how should I begin this?
I guess it started when you were with him
And how he never even took you out to dance
But did he f*ck with any rhythm?
But now he's playing with your head
But did he ever make you cum?
Did he ever make you cry?
Do the wires in your mind get sewn together
Rubbed and severed by the heat
And you don't know how long I could stare into your picture
And wish that it was me
I guess it's different 'cause you love him
But I've got an interactive
Sick and twisted imagination
And that's gotta count for something

We wanna talk about sex but we're not allowed
Well, you may not like it but you'd better learn how
'Cause it's your turn now
You're wasting your tongue with lame excuses and lies
Get your face between my thighs

I dreamt I was standing in your doorstep
Licking sweat off of your forehead
With your finger in my mouth
And the sound when leather jackets hit the ground
You should hear when you're not around
When it's just us horny poets
Who can't wait to write it down
Swear we were only being honest
Do you like these little sonnets?
'Cause I wrote them just for you
How quickly they turn sour
So be careful who you screw
And never call
And I'm starting to suspect
You don't intend to do anything you say at all

We wanna talk about sex but we're not allowed
Well, you may not like it but you'd better learn how
'Cause it's your turn now
You're wasting your tongue with lame excuses and lies
Now, what's on your nasty old mind?

All by yourself, sittin' alone
I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind
All by yourself, sittin' alone
I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind
All by yourself, sittin' alone
I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind
All by yourself, sittin' alone
I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind
All by yourself, sittin' alone
I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind
All by yourself, sittin' alone
I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind
All by yourself, sittin' alone
I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind
All by yourself, sittin' alone
I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind
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Writer: Bradley Robert Petering, Jason Wyman
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave






(Do The) Act Like You Never Met Me

Gather around, everybody
Have you heard the latest craze?
Put your hands in your pockets
And look the other way
Remember those times when you were laughing
And naked on my couch?
Pretend it never happened
Politely smile as we turn around

And do the act like you never met me
Do the act like you never met me
Do the act like you never met me
And slowly walk away

The hidden kisses
The clumsy conspiratory glance
But I don't really mind it, though
I always like the way you danced
It's so easy to do
So much simpler than the one we did before
Just point out your toe
At someone you know
And pretend that they're not

And do the act like you never met me
Do the act like you never met me
And do the act like you never met me
And slowly walk away


Slide to the left
Now slide to the right
Now tell me once again
How I was a really great guy
And dip to right
Now shimmy to the left
It's 3 o'clock in the morning
Don't answer my texts
Take a step back and
Take a couple more
Now one more sorry look
Before you walk out that door
Arch your back
When you spend the night with him
Bounce around a while
Never talk to me again

That's how you do the
Act like you never met me
So do the act like you never met me
Do the act like you never met me
And slowly walk away
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Safeword

You should know, you should know
You should know you should know by now
What they say, what they say, what they say
When you're not around
And a little girl should be careful
But who's gonna make her?
When those boys start playing too rough
Well who's gonna save her?

Remember your safeword
Remember your safeword
Remember your safeword
Remember your safeword

And it's a dull, dull world
Where you need to manufacture some action
She'll take you home, tie you up, and slap ya
Without even askin'
And all the clamps and whips in Los Angeles
Couldn't faze her
So if you really wanna see her in pain
Just wait until later

Remember your safeword
Remember your safeword
Remember your safeword
Remember your safeword
And if everything could come to a stop
Just from something she said
I thought the whole point was you
Were living on the edge
So when those sounds start to
Drift down the halls
And start to freak out the neighbors
Remember that it's good, clean, fun
Just wholesome delinquent behavior

Remember your safeword
Remember your safeword
Remember your safeword
Remember your safeword
Remember your safeword
Remember your safeword
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Writer: SCHOLAR HOLDER, BOBBY STIX
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






For You

(Dating Courtesy: 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 open doors and
Hold chairs don't barge on ahead like
A baby elephant you'll get
Attention all right
But it won't be favorable it is
Correct to pause and let
Him know you expect him to
Act like a gentleman
He'll love it and think you're a lady
And in return it will
Flatter his masculine ego)

(For you, I wonder if)

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 your loyal sycophant
For leaving lipstick stains upon your shoes

And I wasted all my favorite melodies
(for you)
And watched best friends turn to enemies
(for you)
You heard I like the bad girls baby
Maybe that's true
For everybody else except (for you)

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
So be careful who you screw
And I used up all this latent energy
(for you) tell me was everything you ever
Said to me just (for you)
Still thinking there was something
In a girl's underwear that could change me
Like I was still in middle school
Like a fool (for you)

Lonesome poets throwing glitter in their hair
Doing somersaults and 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
Were they still not close enough? (for you)
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Loving Machine

Here she comes, walking down the street
Maddie Klein and her fabulous loving machine
In the place where I used to be
He almost looks like a human being
And here she comes walking down the street
Maddie Klein sure loves her little loving machine
Sometimes he holds her hand too tight
Ooh, but that's alright

'Cause he'll never leave
No, he'll never leave
Will he ever pull her hair like she likes?
No, but that's alright
Maddie Klein and her fabulous loving machine

And there they go, walking up the street
She'll take him home, shut him down, and she'll go to sleep
And that's just the way that it's got to be
She can't get him wet, or he'll overheat
And who really cares about a little rust
If Maddie Klein's got herself a little boy she can trust?
Sometimes she misses the flesh and bone
But they only wanna screw her and leave her alone

But he'll never leave
No, he'll never leave
Will he ever smack her ass like she likes?
Will he ever make her laugh late at night?
No, but he'll never leave
When he gets obsolete
She can always just throw him away
And get a new one, but that's okay
She'll love him the same
As her fabulous loving machine
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Writer: Bradley Robert Petering
Copyright: Lyrics © DashGo






Heaven is a Bedroom

And I remember how the pillows felt like clouds
Or was it the other way around?
And how your neighbor came in to yell at you
When the party got too loud
And when I snuck into your living room
And I wished that you would follow
At first you didn't but then you did
And it was already tomorrow
And you told me how you had an uncle
Who played the villain in those movies
And how he died and then you cried
You apologized profusely
I was nervous that this was good as I could ever feel
And I was right

I confess to thinking sex was my salvation
Really they just start with the letter S
You'll forgive me for thinking heaven was her bedroom
It's as close as I would ever get
As close as I would ever get

And I'll always remember picking up
My favorite records from your apartment
Kissing you before you left me for New York
Weren't you a princess, or an heiress
Or just the daughter of a rich man?
In this land of constant sunshine
I thought you'd never have to work
New York City's cold and when you love someone
You should hold on to them so tightly
Till you crush them, or they wriggle from your grasp
You don't just stand there and say nothing
But at least I learned my lesson

And I confess to thinking sex was my salvation
Really they just start with the letter S
You'll forgive me for thinking heaven was her bedroom
It's as close as I would ever get
As close as I would ever get

If I ever make it to New York
Like I said that I would
Would it do me any good?
If I ever make it to New York
Like I told you on the phone

And I confess to thinking sex was my salvation
When really they just start with the letter S
You'll forgive me for thinking heaven was her bedroom
It's as close as I would ever get
As close as I would ever get
As close as I would ever get
As close as I would ever get
As close as I would ever get
As close as I would ever get
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Who Really Cares is the second studio album by American indie pop band TV Girl. It was self-released on February 26, 2016 and is described by the band as "an album about sex or lack thereof, and its consequences or lack thereof".
Performed By: TV Girl
Genre(s): Indie pop
Length: 36:55
Released: February 26th, 2016
Year: 2016

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