Could you turn the lights down
Close the windows, lock the doors
I’m busy pretending to pretend that no one is home
My friend is full on middle class, I’m upper class

I’m so full myself, so full of myself
Tonight I’ll sing about imaginary girls cause
They never want to fuck
Tonight I’ll sing about imaginary girls cause Imaginary girls never want to fuck

Killing horses as they race out the gate
I can’t imagine being any happier
Killing horses as they race out the gate
Even the sunsets so don’t call me queer

I’ve never been known for stimulating convеrsation
Confident looks, a good head on my shoulders
I’vе always been sucker for girls
Smarter, a little prettier, just a little bit older oh