Having a weird time in New England Lyrics – I’ve Made Too Much Pasta

Having a weird time in New England Lyrics by I’ve Made Too Much Pasta

Take your favorite girlfriend and you know
Take her for a night on the town
Take your favorite boyfriend, and you know
Slam him into the ground

Finally, we’re out here all by ourselves
That reminds me, all your stuff is still on my shelves
Clear your mind out until
You’re thinking about air

Let your imagination wander
Into a pit of despair
I’m not angry at all the stupid things that I did
I’m not worried, will lightning strike the house where I live?

I’m not hungry, but I’ll eat all the food in your house
Don’t remind me of all the stupid things that I said
Take your college diploma and you know
Throw it into thе trash

Give yourself a belly rub until
You gеt a big rash
I’m not nervous, We’re out here all by ourselves
It’s not a problem, but you left a lot of stuff on my shelves

I’m not worried at all the stupid things that I did
I’m not angry if lightning strikes the house where I live
I’m not worried at all stupid things that I said
I’m not angry if lightning strikes the house where I live

It’s not a big deal, but all your stuff is still on my shelves
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I’ve Made Too Much Pasta Lyrics – Having a weird time in New England

I’ve Made Too Much Pasta

Having a weird time in New England