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I hate hipsters in glasses with thick rimmed opinions
And drunken old men who still act in their teen years
Wearing flannels and skinny jeans, hitting on the girls next to me
Saying "I remember college, sweetheart, and that place was the shit!"
And I love the way that she walks with her left foot and her right foot
And her hands they look kinda like mine. I don't know, it's just nice
But the last guy that you kiss tonight is the first one you hate in your life
And his eyes, they look kinda like mine. I don't know, it's just nice
And the last guy that you kiss tonight is the first one you hate in your life
And his eyes, they look kinda like mine. I don't know, it's just nice
And the last guy that you kiss tonight is the first one you hate in your life
And his eyes, they look kinda like mine. I don't know, it's just nice
(I don't know, it's just nice
I don't know, it's just nice
I don't know, it's just nice
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know)
Pay attention to my details or my details will not matter
Pay attention to my details or my details will not matter
And the last guy that you kiss tonight is the first one you hate in your life
And his eyes, they look kinda like mine. I don't know, it's just nice
And the last guy that you kiss tonight is the first one you hate in your life
And his eyes, they look kinda like mine. I don't know, it's just nice
I don't know, it's just nice
I don't know, it's just nice
I don't know, it's just nice
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
I don't know
One, two, three
Ah, sick…
Fuuuuuuuck
As an end, maybe?
Next bus!
I don't know, it's just nice, just nice, just nice
Detalles
Odio a los hipsters con lentes de montura gruesa y opiniones pretenciosas
Y a los viejos borrachos que aún actúan como adolescentes
Vistiendo camisas de franela y jeans ajustados, coqueteando con las chicas a mi lado
Diciendo 'Recuerdo la universidad, cariño, ¡y ese lugar era genial!'
Y me encanta la forma en que ella camina con su pie izquierdo y su pie derecho
Y sus manos se ven un poco como las mías. No sé, es agradable
Pero el último chico que besas esta noche es el primero que odias en tu vida
Y sus ojos se ven un poco como los míos. No sé, es agradable
Y el último chico que besas esta noche es el primero que odias en tu vida
Y sus ojos se ven un poco como los míos. No sé, es agradable
Y el último chico que besas esta noche es el primero que odias en tu vida
Y sus ojos se ven un poco como los míos. No sé, es agradable
(No sé, es agradable
No sé, es agradable
No sé, es agradable
No sé, no sé, no sé)
Presta atención a mis detalles o mis detalles no importarán
Presta atención a mis detalles o mis detalles no importarán
Y el último chico que besas esta noche es el primero que odias en tu vida
Y sus ojos se ven un poco como los míos. No sé, es agradable
Y el último chico que besas esta noche es el primero que odias en tu vida
Y sus ojos se ven un poco como los míos. No sé, es agradable
No sé, es agradable
No sé, es agradable
No sé, es agradable
No sé, no sé, no sé
No sé
Uno, dos, tres
Ah, qué asco…
Maldicióóóóón
¿Como un final, tal vez?
¡Próximo bus!
No sé, es agradable, solo agradable, solo agradable