Homecoming King
Album: Brynn Andre
By: Brynn Andre
By: Brynn Andre
Duration
3:50
Genres
Description
From the self-titled record Brynn Andre 2011. Produced by Neilson Hubbard.
Lyrics
there's a kind of muscle I've never had in me I think you're made of it from your forearms to feet I'm a stupid girl trying to arm wrestle the homecoming king at the lunch table I'm a stupid girl and you never let me finish what I want to say and there’s so many limits to what you can take and we're drunk in a cab this is not a date your'e the homecoming king I’ve got nothing to say there's a kind of quiet I could never quite keep and you're made of silence it goes bone deep and I'm a stupid girl singing on my lawn asking the homecoming king to prom I'm a stupid girl and you never let me finish what I want to say and there’s so many limits to what you can take and we're drunk in a cab this is not a date your'e the homecoming king I’ve got nothing to say You're the homecoming king we're not going to prom we're barely speaking it's the bare minimum I'm a stupid girl thinking you would stay long It's time to pay we're almost home We are drunk in a cab this is not a date You're the homecoming king I've got nothing to say
