Gameshow - Two Door Cinema Club

And then I drew my line

Oh, what a twisted crime

Sink, float, sink, float, sink, float, sink

In pursuit of looking good

You must do everything you should

Why think?

Don’t think

Why, why?

Sing to me

You’re so pretty

I’m a girl, I’m a ghost, I’m a gameshow

Nobody wants me

Fried over-easy

Say my name, name

Insane, insane

I’m a Lynchian dream

I’m made of plasticine

I’m old Pinocchio, broken nose, let me go

I’ll be the souvenir

Of this cheap champagne year

Spilling bubbles on designer clothes

Sing to me

You’re so pretty

I’m a girl, I’m a ghost, I’m a gameshow

Nobody wants me

Fried over-easy

Say my name, name

Insane, insane

I don’t know what to wear

I can’t go over there

Well, let’s talk afterwards

Somehow this strange love makes it easier

Just give me something, anything to live by

My blood is pumping so fast, I’ve forgotten why I try

Sing to me

Woo

Sing to me

You’re so pretty

I’m a girl, I’m a ghost, I’m a gameshow

Nobody wants me

Fried over-easy

Say my name, name

Insane, insane