Fast car = reason you're dating him?
How do you whistle a name? I just tried. Nope, not possible.
"Get over here!"...demanding fellow, no?
Aren't video games typically played indoors?
Rhyming dress with undressed? Mwah!
Downtown? But he just got there and cracked a beer...and she's naked!
He's certainly the "bestest" at yelling at you to get over here...
Favorite sundress and favorite perfume? No favorite barrette?
Is he telling her to play a video game or is she telling him? I'm confused, because she's apparently still nude at this point. There was no lyric stating "I put your favorite sundress back on."
So everythings for him...I suppose he's just going to support you with his job playing video games?
He likes the 'bad girls'...especially the clingy ones wearing sundresses and perfume who come when he commands them and sit around watching him play video games.
Who says the world was built for two? I've never heard that. It kinda isn't.
She must hate singing at new bars.
Again with the swinging. Swinging from a tire, or dancing?
"Living for the fame" doesn't jibe with "everything I do" being "all for you"...
Blue dark? Like blue filter night?
Do wild darts have stripes or spots?
Video Games...what about them? You just had to fill space in the lyrics, didn't you!
Clearly you think of more than being held in big arms while you're drunk and seeing stars. You're also thinking "can I trust this guy?", and also thinking about fast cars, beer, video games, sundresses, purfume, bad girls, fame, pool, darts, etc.; in other words, SUPER DEEP STUFF.
All of the activities you have listed thus far are separate from the concept of video games.
Which video games? Which console? Multiplayer, or do you just watch Mr. Big Arms play by himself? I'd like a little more information.
The narrative in your song is a rambling incoherent mess full of convenient rhymes, and the inclusion of video games seems arbitrary at best. In fact, using any combination of words totaling four syllables would have made just as much sense.
"Lana Del Ray", for instance.
I SEE NOW. HE'S PLAYIN' YOU, HONEY.
There's a vintage kitchen appliance store by my house that sells fully functional Hotpoint hot plates from the 1920s. They're terrifying and awesome at the same time.
His pants probably weren't so lucky.
Print it out in any size and on any stock you like.
Attempting this process may result in saving ten dollars. No original artist bamboozling is intended in this process.
That's good...I hear the Shaggy Rogers estate is extremely litigious.
I'd like me that FLCL Vespa.
If anyone has a box of five-year old Thin Mints (and I don't know why you would), hang on to that shit. They'll be worth money one day, if they're not already. Like those white Coke cans everyone thought were Diet but weren't.