Letra de Rhode Island - The Front Bottoms

I wonder how that bike trip's going

I wonder if the government knows he’s hiding

It’d probably take a few more months

Florida’s a long way from Rhode Island

I watch her rest her hands inside her lap

I try to focus hard 'cause her eyes don’t make the frame

I try to work up the courage

To kiss the bottom half of her face

Amora cut her hair in Baltimore

Right before I left

I watch her sitting by herself, talking to herself

Breathing calmly, then try to catch her breath

Casanova just can’t turn the charm on

Or find any of the right vibrations

I know these women if he don’t wanna do it

Then they are probably just gonna make him

You can never tell when they're fucking around

Everything you’re feeling is common

Even though you've never felt so alone

I could probably catch a ride to your house

And borrow a bike to get back home

She says you got a promise not to break

No matter how far you are bent

She says, "I gotta shift my position

And try to get comfortable again"

We both choose the same tone

Mine was an alarm clock, ringing from a cellphone

Mouth the words to me so we can keep things quiet

And I’ll still know exactly what you mean

And it is probably just my friends fucking around

Yeah, it is probably just my friends fucking around

They never cut me any slack

It’s just my friends fucking around

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

And it is probably just my friends fucking around

Yeah, it is probably just my friends fucking around

Casanova just can’t turn the charm on

They never cut me any slack

It’s just my friends fucking around

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