Exegesis
๐ต 264 characters
โฑ๏ธ 1:37 duration
๐ ID: 791843
๐ Lyrics
If I really meant it,
I'd embrace a dead pet,
Or enter into a bet
That I could be hung high
From a telephone wire
With no poor boy's pile
Of books underfoot,
No stack of yoga mats
Or foam-core cushion pads
To lessen the pressure of the phone chord
Choking my neck.
I'd embrace a dead pet,
Or enter into a bet
That I could be hung high
From a telephone wire
With no poor boy's pile
Of books underfoot,
No stack of yoga mats
Or foam-core cushion pads
To lessen the pressure of the phone chord
Choking my neck.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:18.25] If I really meant it,
[00:19.15] I'd embrace a dead pet,
[00:20.98] Or enter into a bet
[00:22.87] That I could be hung high
[00:25.56] From a telephone wire
[00:27.37] With no poor boy's pile
[00:30.06] Of books underfoot,
[00:32.72] No stack of yoga mats
[00:34.51] Or foam-core cushion pads
[00:36.45] To lessen the pressure of the phone chord
[00:40.04] Choking my neck.
[01:31.58]
[00:19.15] I'd embrace a dead pet,
[00:20.98] Or enter into a bet
[00:22.87] That I could be hung high
[00:25.56] From a telephone wire
[00:27.37] With no poor boy's pile
[00:30.06] Of books underfoot,
[00:32.72] No stack of yoga mats
[00:34.51] Or foam-core cushion pads
[00:36.45] To lessen the pressure of the phone chord
[00:40.04] Choking my neck.
[01:31.58]