Little Long Legs
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β±οΈ 4:00 duration
π ID: 5851439
π Lyrics
I live my life
Like a coming of age film
Won't stop for some time
'Cause I'm coming of age still
Sometimes people are mean
So I used to hide in the washing machine
But my legs kept on growing
And I got to knowing
That I wouldn't fit anymore
Sometimes I still go back
But my legs dangle out of the door
Lately skipping on school is the route I prefer to take more
What does that make of me?
Why do I keep on growing?
Looking forward to annual things
Not my birthday, try New Year's Eve
Once a year, we start a nΠ΅w year
Yet again, it's not guaranteed
Looking forward to less nowadays
WondΠ΅r if age plays a part
Hope my brush doesn't run out of paint
Before I even start
But where's my field of flowers?
Where's the soulmate that I meet by chance?
Least I don't have to race 'gainst the terminal tropes of romance
But I wouldn't mind rain
Or to only speak solely in
Poetry quotes or a dance
Or a ticket to France
I find myself stepping on ants accidentally
What does that make of me?
Why do I keep on growing?
What does that make of me?
Why do I keep on growing?
I realize that I'm coming of age still
I think I might be just coming of age 'til
The day that I cease to exist
Roll the credits, I insist
Someday I may just wrinkle
And shrink down enough to still fit
The washing machine
And I'll hide from my worries as my credits roll down on the screen
Like a coming of age film
Won't stop for some time
'Cause I'm coming of age still
Sometimes people are mean
So I used to hide in the washing machine
But my legs kept on growing
And I got to knowing
That I wouldn't fit anymore
Sometimes I still go back
But my legs dangle out of the door
Lately skipping on school is the route I prefer to take more
What does that make of me?
Why do I keep on growing?
Looking forward to annual things
Not my birthday, try New Year's Eve
Once a year, we start a nΠ΅w year
Yet again, it's not guaranteed
Looking forward to less nowadays
WondΠ΅r if age plays a part
Hope my brush doesn't run out of paint
Before I even start
But where's my field of flowers?
Where's the soulmate that I meet by chance?
Least I don't have to race 'gainst the terminal tropes of romance
But I wouldn't mind rain
Or to only speak solely in
Poetry quotes or a dance
Or a ticket to France
I find myself stepping on ants accidentally
What does that make of me?
Why do I keep on growing?
What does that make of me?
Why do I keep on growing?
I realize that I'm coming of age still
I think I might be just coming of age 'til
The day that I cease to exist
Roll the credits, I insist
Someday I may just wrinkle
And shrink down enough to still fit
The washing machine
And I'll hide from my worries as my credits roll down on the screen
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:46.07] I live my life
[00:48.80] Like a coming of age film
[00:53.57] Won't stop for some time
[00:56.13] 'Cause I'm coming of age still
[01:00.97] Sometimes people are mean
[01:02.96] So I used to hide in the washing machine
[01:07.61] But my legs kept on growing
[01:09.29] And I got to knowing
[01:11.23] That I wouldn't fit anymore
[01:14.72] Sometimes I still go back
[01:16.58] But my legs dangle out of the door
[01:21.63] Lately skipping on school is the route I prefer to take more
[01:29.94] What does that make of me?
[01:37.45] Why do I keep on growing?
[01:42.33] Looking forward to annual things
[01:45.70] Not my birthday, try New Year's Eve
[01:49.99] Once a year, we start a nΠ΅w year
[01:53.30] Yet again, it's not guaranteed
[01:57.67] Looking forward to less nowadays
[02:01.27] WondΠ΅r if age plays a part
[02:04.73] Hope my brush doesn't run out of paint
[02:08.35] Before I even start
[02:11.55] But where's my field of flowers?
[02:15.62] Where's the soulmate that I meet by chance?
[02:19.57] Least I don't have to race 'gainst the terminal tropes of romance
[02:27.09] But I wouldn't mind rain
[02:28.61] Or to only speak solely in
[02:31.04] Poetry quotes or a dance
[02:34.01] Or a ticket to France
[02:37.07] I find myself stepping on ants accidentally
[02:45.66] What does that make of me?
[02:52.77] Why do I keep on growing?
[03:00.27] What does that make of me?
[03:06.84] Why do I keep on growing?
[03:15.70] I realize that I'm coming of age still
[03:23.53] I think I might be just coming of age 'til
[03:28.61] The day that I cease to exist
[03:31.62] Roll the credits, I insist
[03:37.03] Someday I may just wrinkle
[03:39.34] And shrink down enough to still fit
[03:42.05] The washing machine
[03:45.01] And I'll hide from my worries as my credits roll down on the screen
[03:51.96]
[00:48.80] Like a coming of age film
[00:53.57] Won't stop for some time
[00:56.13] 'Cause I'm coming of age still
[01:00.97] Sometimes people are mean
[01:02.96] So I used to hide in the washing machine
[01:07.61] But my legs kept on growing
[01:09.29] And I got to knowing
[01:11.23] That I wouldn't fit anymore
[01:14.72] Sometimes I still go back
[01:16.58] But my legs dangle out of the door
[01:21.63] Lately skipping on school is the route I prefer to take more
[01:29.94] What does that make of me?
[01:37.45] Why do I keep on growing?
[01:42.33] Looking forward to annual things
[01:45.70] Not my birthday, try New Year's Eve
[01:49.99] Once a year, we start a nΠ΅w year
[01:53.30] Yet again, it's not guaranteed
[01:57.67] Looking forward to less nowadays
[02:01.27] WondΠ΅r if age plays a part
[02:04.73] Hope my brush doesn't run out of paint
[02:08.35] Before I even start
[02:11.55] But where's my field of flowers?
[02:15.62] Where's the soulmate that I meet by chance?
[02:19.57] Least I don't have to race 'gainst the terminal tropes of romance
[02:27.09] But I wouldn't mind rain
[02:28.61] Or to only speak solely in
[02:31.04] Poetry quotes or a dance
[02:34.01] Or a ticket to France
[02:37.07] I find myself stepping on ants accidentally
[02:45.66] What does that make of me?
[02:52.77] Why do I keep on growing?
[03:00.27] What does that make of me?
[03:06.84] Why do I keep on growing?
[03:15.70] I realize that I'm coming of age still
[03:23.53] I think I might be just coming of age 'til
[03:28.61] The day that I cease to exist
[03:31.62] Roll the credits, I insist
[03:37.03] Someday I may just wrinkle
[03:39.34] And shrink down enough to still fit
[03:42.05] The washing machine
[03:45.01] And I'll hide from my worries as my credits roll down on the screen
[03:51.96]