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Album of the Year Lyrics

Artist: The Good Life
Album: Album Of The Year

The first time that I met her I was throwing up in the ladies room stall. She asked me if I needed anything; I said, â‚¬Å“I think I spilled my drinkâ‚¬?. And thatâ‚¬â„¢s how it started (or so Iâ‚¬â„¢d like to believe)â‚¬

She took me to her motherâ‚¬â„¢s house outside of town where the stars hang down. She said sheâ‚¬â„¢d never seen someone so lost, I said Iâ‚¬â„¢d never felt so found â‚¬" and then I kissed her on the cheekâ‚¬ and so she kissed me on the mouth.

The spring was poppinâ‚¬â„¢ daises up â‚¬Ëœround rusted trunks and busted lawn chairs. We moved into a studio in Council Bluffs to save a couple bucks. Where the mice came out at night, neighbors were screaming all the time. Weâ‚¬â„¢d make love in the afternoons to Chelsea Girls and Bachelor No. 2, Iâ‚¬â„¢d play for her some songs I wrote, sheâ‚¬â„¢d joke and say Iâ‚¬â„¢m shooting through the roof, Iâ‚¬â„¢d say, â‚¬Å“Theyâ‚¬â„¢re all for you, dear, Iâ‚¬â„¢ll write the album of the year.â‚¬?

And I know she loved me then, I swear to God she did. It was the way sheâ‚¬â„¢d bite my lower lip and push her hips against my hips and dig her nails so deep into my skin.

The first time that I met her I was convinced I had finally found the one. She was convinced I was under the influence of all those drunken romantics â‚¬" I was reading Fante at the the time â‚¬" I had bukowski on the mind. She got a job at Jacobâ‚¬â„¢s serving cocktails to the local drunks. Against her will. I fit the the bill: I perched down at the end of the bar, She Said, â‚¬Å“Space is not just a place for stars â‚¬" I gave you an inch, you want a house with a yard.â‚¬? And I know she loved me once, but those days are done. She used to call me everyday from a pay phone on her break for lunch â‚¬" just to say she canâ‚¬â„¢t wait to come home.

The last time that I saw her she was picking through which records were hers. Her clothes were packed in boxes, with some pots and pans and books and a toaster. Just then a mouse scurried across the floorâ‚¬.we just started laughing â‚¬Ëœtil it didnâ‚¬â„¢t hurt.

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