The late greats

He's not it

The late greats
You can't dance
You can't dance
You don't speak
Never speak
Cut your hair
Cut your hair
Cut your hair
Every other week
Attack, I say attack
These hungry hippos
Want their money back
You lied, I heard you lied
You told everyone you never had to try

He's not your only friend
He's not it
He never knocks you off your feet
And he tells everyone he meets
That he is your only friend
He's not it

Stop and think
You don't think
Waste your time on another drink
With all your friends
Don't pretend
You're really not what you think

But you can't dance
You can't dance
You ought to know
You never know
You close your eyes
Not surprised
When she walks out her sympathy runs dry

He's not your only friend
He's not it
He never knocks you off your feet
And he tells everyone he meets
That he is your only friend
He's not it

Don't decide to miss him
Don't decide to kiss him
Don't decide to miss him
Don't decide to kiss him
Don't decide to miss him
Don't decide to kiss him
Don't decide to miss him
Don't decide to miss him
Don't decide to miss him
Don't decide to kiss him

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