"Tennis Shoes" lyrics
JPNSGRLS Lyrics
Chalk up the board and leave a mark
The words read fine but the ending's dark
Anna sings me right in to sleep and
Can I be brave just for this weekend?
It's a grey area
It's a bad idea
It's gonna wake suburbia
And shake the curlers out of their hair
Because there's no likeability
In a lack of ability
Until you stop hitting me
I'll smack the white off your tennis shoes
My city burnt its pretty lights
My city burnt but the warmth was nice
And suddenly I am at your mercy
And you did your best to make my nose bleed
On the grey area
It's a bad idea
It's gonna wake suburbia
And shake the curlers out of their hair
Because there's no likeability
In a lack of ability
Until you stop hitting me
I'll smack the white off your tennis shoes
She said "I- I- I- I-
I- I- I- I told you to leave me"
She said "no, don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't, don't, don't, don't you police me"
She said "I- I- I- I-
I- I- I- I told you to leave me"
She said "don't, don't, don't you, boy, beat me into poetry
That's not fair to me"
Well that's fine
'Cause It's a grey area
It's a bad idea
It's gonna wake suburbia
And shake the curlers out of their hair
Because there's no likeability
In a lack of ability
Until you stop hitting me
I'll smack the white off your tennis shoes
Because there's no likeability
In a lack of ability
Until you stop hitting me
I'll smack the white off your tennis shoes
The words read fine but the ending's dark
Anna sings me right in to sleep and
Can I be brave just for this weekend?
It's a grey area
It's a bad idea
It's gonna wake suburbia
And shake the curlers out of their hair
Because there's no likeability
In a lack of ability
Until you stop hitting me
I'll smack the white off your tennis shoes
My city burnt its pretty lights
My city burnt but the warmth was nice
And suddenly I am at your mercy
And you did your best to make my nose bleed
On the grey area
It's a bad idea
It's gonna wake suburbia
And shake the curlers out of their hair
Because there's no likeability
In a lack of ability
Until you stop hitting me
I'll smack the white off your tennis shoes
She said "I- I- I- I-
I- I- I- I told you to leave me"
She said "no, don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't, don't, don't, don't you police me"
She said "I- I- I- I-
I- I- I- I told you to leave me"
She said "don't, don't, don't you, boy, beat me into poetry
That's not fair to me"
Well that's fine
'Cause It's a grey area
It's a bad idea
It's gonna wake suburbia
And shake the curlers out of their hair
Because there's no likeability
In a lack of ability
Until you stop hitting me
I'll smack the white off your tennis shoes
Because there's no likeability
In a lack of ability
Until you stop hitting me
I'll smack the white off your tennis shoes
Writer(s): Oliver Elliott Mann, Christopher McClelland, Charlie Kerr, Serl Graham
