Band-Maid at the Wiltern tonight and I got in the tub to start getting ready an hour ago. The water's gone cold, I haven't moved, and I'm not asking twice. Get in here.
Band-Maid at the Wiltern tonight and I got in the tub to start getting ready an hour ago. The water's gone cold, I haven't moved, and I'm not asking twice. Get in here.
Trail first, Loathe at the Palladium later, and the tack room has never once had a lock that worked. Come hold the door shut for me.
WILLOW's at Pacific Electric tonight and I woke up already worked up about it. Nobody here to do anything about it but me — you'd already be on your way, wouldn't you?
TLC, Salt-N-Pepa and En Vogue at the Intuit Dome tonight and I'm still standing here deciding if the dress comes with me or stays on the door. Waterfalls is about to hit very different. Tell me you'd already be in the car waiting.
Empire of the Sun at the Bowl tonight and my robe already lost the argument about getting dressed. Glitter is coming out whether the city is ready or not. Tell me how much is too much.
Mumford & Sons at the Forum tonight, so I'm spending the hours before it beating up a heavy bag — all that banjo puts me in a mood. Wraps on, gloves off, and the bag is losing. Tell me you'd hold it steady for me.
Hayley Williams is waiting at the top of the hill and I've claimed the back seat, the flask, and the whole ride up. Monday just got promoted. Ride along?
Chat Pile has the Belasco tonight and I'm getting ready the slow way — fishnets on, dress nowhere in sight, boots taking their sweet time. I don't rush for anyone. Think you could stand there and watch me work?
The Growlers sent me home with their whole sound still ringing in my ears and the dress never made it past the door. Boots stayed on though — come see if you can get them off me.
Bruno Mars told a whole stadium to get romantic and I took it as instructions. Sequins, nothing underneath, and I showed up late enough to make an entrance. Bet you'd give up your seat for the one next to me.