Turtleneck - The National

Hope my mother mentioned dad will dance with me

I’d like to spin a while around the copperwood tree

There’s something about her eyes, I think her roots are rotten

This must be the reason she wears her hair up in knots

Oh no, this is so embarrassing

Oh, the pissing fits

Crying on their doorsteps and teachers losing grip

Some of them are so out of style, I cannot save them

I’ll just get whatever my salvation gave them

Keep the weed next to the bed

Light the wall, check the lip

Dim the lights a little lower

Hide your back or shrug your shoulders

Give the gift, then fix your hair

You have to get this turtleneck

The poor, they leave their cellphones in the bathrooms of the rich

And when they try to turn them off everything they switch to

Is just another man, in shitty suits, everybody’s cheering for

This must be the genius we’ve been waiting years for

Oh no, this is so embarrassing

Oh, the pissing fits

Crying on their doorsteps and teachers losing grip

Some of them are so out of style, I cannot save them

This must be the death that my salvation gave them

Keep the good weed near the bed

And light the wall, check the lip

Dim the lights a little lower

Hide your back or shrug your shoulders

Give the gift, then fix your hair

You have to get this turtleneck

Keep the good weed near the bed

Light the wall, check the lip

Dim the lights a little lower

Hide your back or shrug your shoulders

Give the gift, then fix your hair

You have to get this turtleneck