Eliza Doolittle

Skinny Genes



I really don’t like your point of view
I know you’ll never change
Stingin' me with your attitude
I've got the mind to walk away

I really don't like your arrogance
Or your policies
You're ninety-nine percent an embarrassment
With just one quality

[Chorus:]
I don't mind it when you [whistles]
Brings out the best in me when you [whistles]
Show your expertise
When the night always ends with a fight
I'm excited that you wind up next to me

I like it when you [whistles]
Can I have some please of that [whistles]
Satisfy my needs
Sometimes I fake that I hate you and make up
So you wind up next to me

I really don't like your skinny jeans
So take them off for me
Show me what you've got underneath
So we can do this properly

I really don't like the way you smile
When you think you're right
But I will forgive you, the yolk is in the middle
And I'm chewing through the white

[Chorus]

dreamt that you were on a train
you were leaving, you were leaving
You made me think of what I'd miss
You were leavin', you were leavin'

I don't mind it when you [whistles]
Brings out the best in me when you [whistles]
Show your expertise
When the night always ends with a fight I'm excited
That you wind up next to me

I like it when you [whistles]
Can I have some please of that [whistles]
Take off your skinny jeans
Sometimes I fake that I hate you and make up
So you wind up next to me

Pack up

Eliza Doolittle "Pack Up" from Logan Hefflefinger on Vimeo.

I get tired, and upset
And I’m trying to care a little less
And on Google I only get depressed
I was taught to dodge those issues, I was told:
Don’t worry, there’s no doubt
There’s always something to cry about
When you’re stuck in an angry crowd
They don’t think what they say before they open their mouth, you gotta

Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And bury them beneath the sea
I don’t care what the people may say
What the people may say bout me.
Pack up your troubles get your old grin back
Don’t worry about the cavalry
I don’t care what the whisperers say
'Cause they whisper too loud for me

Hot topic,
Maybe I should drop it,
It’s a touchy subject,
And I like to tiptoe 'round the s**t going down,
You got penny, no pound
So if your business is running out
It’s not my business to talk about
They don’t think what they say before they open their mouth, you gotta

Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And bury them beneath the sea
I don’t care what the people may say
What the people may say bout me
Pack up your troubles get Your old Grin back
Don’t worry about the cavalry
I don’t care what the whisperers say
'Cause they whisper too loud for me


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Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And bury them beneath the sea
I don’t care what the people may say
What the people may say bout me
Pack up your troubles get Your old Grin back
Don’t worry about the cavalry
I don’t care what the whisperers say
'Cause they whisper too loud for me

Yeah yeah yeah
[do-do-do-bab-bab-doobie-do]
yeah yeah
[da-doobie-do-ba-do-do]
Oh oh
[da-do-da-dabba-do]

Rollerblades



I know you say you're ready to change,
But I need to get it down on paper.
It's in your face you're ready to blame,
The first guy in line to catch the train.
I'll save your seat,
'Cause you don't stand for what you preach.

You're singing with a broken string,
Tell me what you really mean,
Do you know what you want?
While beaten up on yesterday,
I was on my rollerblades,
Rolling on, moving on.

It's time to take the time to create,
Cause you're running late the doors are closing.
So tip your hat and you might get back,
Whatever you need is up ahead.
This train won't stop,
For anybody to get off.

You're singing with a broken string,
Tell me what you really mean,
Do you know what you want?
While beaten up on yesterday,
I was on my rollerblades,
Rolling on, moving on.

You're singing with a broken string ,
Tell me what you really mean,
Do you know what you want . . . ?
Do you know . . . no.

We got to run with it, it will get better,
And at least we're stuck together.
Make your mind up, know what you need to say,
Before you shout at me.
So take your seat,
'Cause standing only wears out feet.

You're singing with a broken string,
Tell me what you really mean,
Do you know what you want?
You're beaten up on yesterday,
I was on my rollerblades,
Rolling on, moving on.

You're singing with a broken string,
Tell me what you really mean,
Do you know what you want?
While beaten up on yesterday,
I was on my rollerblades,
Rolling on, moving on.

Do you know what you want?

*whistling*