Red Headed Hipster

I walk in with my hands on my hips

and a homemade whiskey-twist

I am just what you want

But I can't tell you what that is

And I don't plan on nothin'

that you can't fit in bottles

And that changes how

This all turns out

Do you want some now?

I watched my heart fall apart

In the palm of my hands

Watching my own organs

Go in and out and in and out again and in

Walked your red headed friend

We stayed up late

Your roommate's eyes were kind of crooked

But we were both dancing pretty great

And no one thought about a thing

That wasn't in the room without blessing

And that was pretty great

Cause it's not cool to hate, No!

You were looking kind of smooth

From that side of the room

We don't have to be best friends

But I like your cardigan, let's dance