Interpret:

Strokes, The

Album:

Angles

Sister, it feels like just yesterday, 
Sister, don't you forget my number, on the door. 
You've got something and it's so good to see, 
Something wonderful that I could not be. 
Everybody hanging on for their lives, 
But you can't help them 'cos you don't have the time. 


I know, everyone goes any damn place they like. 
I hope this goes over well, on the toxic radio. Yeah. 


You get taken all the time for a fool. 
I don't know why. 
You're so gullible but I don't mind. 
That's not the problem. 
And I don't need anyone with me right now. 
Monday, Tuesday is my weekend. 
You get taken for a fool all the time. 
I don't know why. 


Bring yourself forward, quit putting it on me, 
I can't help you 'cos I've seen what it means, 
It's so early I don't want to wake up. 
We're so lucky 'cos we never grow up 


Mama, it feels like just yesterday. 
Mama, don't you forget my number 
I don't want to be the one to let go. 


I know, everyone goes any damn place they choose. 
And I hope everyone well on the toxic radio. 
Tourist, in the ghetto, not afraid of anything. 
Except death, or anything else, that could maybe hurt the most. Yeah.


You get taken all the time for a fool. 
I don't know why. 
You're so gullible but I don't mind. 
That's not the problem. 
And I don't need anyone with me right now. 
Monday, Tuesday is my weekend. 
You get taken all the time for a fool. 
I don't know why. 
You get taken all the time for a fool. 
I don't know why. 
I don't know why.