Written by: R. Grad
Published by: Superfine.
Superfine appears courtesy of Fish Death Records.
It's the first date,
It's the worst date,
It's hard to know just what to do.
I take you to dinner,
You don't eat,
You just play with your food.
And there's something familiar
About every word you say.
It's hard to believe
It's happening again.
I'd already met you.
I'd already met you.
You're like my last girlfriend, yeah,
And the girlfriend I had before her.
I take you to my apartment
In Venice
Just south of Beirut.
You tell me
You're bored
And you don't like the color of my shoes.
And the picture is clearer
With ever word you say.
It's hard to believe.
It's happening again.
I'd already met you.
I'd already met you.
You're like my last girlfriend, yeah,
And the girlfriend I had before her.
Don't need to upset you.
I'd already met you.
You're like my last girlfriend,
And the girlfriend I had before her.
Two point two kids,
And a house on the hill.
A dog named Boo
And sweet Uncle Phil fella.
My dad says
You're different
You're the one with whom I should grow old.
And that's not to
Convince you
By yelling at your dad on my phone.
So I stare out the window.
And I find me a smile.
'Cause I still believe.
It gets better and better.
I'd already met you.
I'd already met you.
You're like my last girlfriend, yeah,
And the girlfriend I had before her.
Don't need to upset you.
I'd already met you.
You're like my last girlfriend,
And the girlfriend I had before her.
You're like my last girlfriend,
And the girlfriend I had before her.
And the girlfriend I had before her.
And the girlfriend I had before her.
And the girlfriend I had before that.