Sister, it feels like just yesterday Sister, don't you forget my number, on the door You've got something and it's so good to see Something wonderful that I could not be Everybody hanging on for their lives But you can't help them 'cos you don't have the time
I know, everyone goes any damn place they like I hope this goes over well, on the toxic radio, yeah
You get taken all the time for a fool I don't know why You're so gullible but I don't mind That's not the problem And I don't need anyone with me right now Monday, Tuesday is my weekend You get taken for a fool all the time I don't know why
Don't know your four words, quit putting it on me I can't let you 'cos I've seen what it means It's so early I don't want to wake up Oh we're so lucky 'cos we never grew up
Mama, it feels like just yesterday Mama, don't you forget my number I don't want to be the one to let go
I know, everyone goes any damn place they choose And I hope everyone well on the toxic radio Tourist, in the ghetto, not afraid of anything Except death, or anything else, that could maybe hurt the most, yeah
You get taken all the time for a fool I don't know why You're so gullible but I don't mind That's not the problem And I don't need anyone with me right now Monday, Tuesday is my weekend You get taken all the time for a fool I don't know why You get taken all the time for a fool I don't know why I don't know why
Compositores: Fabrizio Morretti (ASCAP), Julian Casablancas (PRS), Nick Valensi (ASCAP)Editor: Strokes Band Music The (ASCAP)Publicado em 2011 (18/Mar)ECAD verificado obra #5020516 e fonograma #2108475 em 19/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM