lyrics
Get a room, get a room
Get a room, get a room
Get a room, get a room
Get a room, get a room
I don't care about your bodies
romances or one night stands
just get a room
Get a room, get a room
Get a room, get a room
Get a room, get a room
Get a room, get a room
Room get a room get a room
Get a room, get a room
I don't have any prospects
I don't have any net to break my fall
I don't have any love connections
Or many corrections
Don't have anything at all
So rub it all in my face
So your passionate taste
For each other's meals
You make me want to throw up
My P.F. Chang drinking cup
And Wendy's dollar deals
Get a room, get a room
Get a room, get a room
Get a room, get a room
Get a room, get a room
Room get a room get a room
Get a room, get a room
It's kind of true that I'm jealous
And kind of true that what you're doing
Is just plain wrong
They've got plenty of inventions
Like locks and keys to muffle your song
So get out of my place
Buckle up tight your lace
And leave a tip in the jar
Because I came here to play
For ladies eating fillets and girls driving cool cars
I don't have any prospects
I don't have any net to break my fall
I don't have any love connections
Or many corrections
Don't have anything at all
So rub it all in my face
So your passionate taste
For each other's meals
You make me want to throw up
My P.F. Chang drinking cup
And Wendy's dollar deals
Get a room, get a room
Get a room, get a room
Get a room, get a room
Get a room, get a room
Room get a room get a room
Get a room, get a room
Get a room, get a room
credits
from
Hatrick Penry EP,
track released July 3, 2012
Recorded by Phil Regas at PRP Studios in Aurora, CO
Mixed and Mastered by Ira Dechter
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