"Nørgaard" lyrics

"Nørgaard"

Great Danes cheekbones
Teenage hormones
Young complexion
Non-physical affection
You're a god send
Do you want a boyfriend?
Crazy crazy, easy tiger

Her mind's made up, she don't want to go steady
She's only seventeen, so she's probably not ready
A-M-A-N-D-A Nørgaard
I saw you on a cover on Cross Bay Boulevard

Smaller tits
And skinny framework
Tall, sharp hips
And you're all in the same work
Giving me the sweet talk
Walking down the catwalk
I want a mannequin
But she won't let me in

Her mind's made up, she don't want to go steady
She's only seventeen, so she's probably not ready
A-M-A-N-D-A Nørgaard
I saw you on a cover on Cross Bay Boulevard

Her mind's made up, she don't want to go steady
She's only seventeen, so she's probably not ready
A-M-A-N-D-A Nørgaard
I saw you on a cover on Cross Bay Boulevard

Her mind's made up, she don't want to go steady
She's only seventeen, so she's probably not ready
A-M-A-N-D-A Nørgaard
I saw you on a cover on Cross Bay Boulevard


Writer(s): Peter Gareth Christopher Robertson, Arni Hjorvar Arnason, Freddie Clayton Cowan, Justin James Hayward-young
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