Kathleen Edwards - Titled Untitled lyrics

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Kathleen Edwards - Titled Untitled lyrics

You think I don't see you snaring at me From across your favorite bar And I know you figured whose who and that you probably do You think you are the local rock star Well I'll continue to play just as long as it takes 'Til i get through my set, I'll try not to play too loud So you can talk to all the important people That you know without shouting 'Cause I tend to play too loud Think before you speak to me 'cause I might cut you off Walk out that door so that hot air can cool off And you'll say who's the b**h And why'd you talk to me like that Didn't she recognize my face Didn't she know how important I am well important I am Everyone who is cool seems to adore you You've got more buzz than the bees Now you're flying higher little baby star Why don't you get up there Show us what it is that you do I hope you can play for all the talking that you do And famous but for their efforts So many those are ready Fighting claw away to the top We try to stay composed and we try not to mess up Pretty highlighted hair up Well fame and wealth they go together They seem to hold each other hand in hand And I think that's the one thing Think that's the one thing You just don't understand now Everyone who is cool seems to adore you You've got more buzz than the bees Now you're flying higher little baby star Why don't you get up there Your brand new shiny brand name guitar Just with the exception of your hair You've not impressed me so far So you can judge us little bees from over there You think that I wanna hang with you I can dress like beautiful people too Tomorrow morning you'll wake up in your bed And you'll have bad hair and you'll have doggy breath And tomorrow morning you'll just look like everybody Everybody else Everyone who is cool seems to adore you You've got more buzz than the bees Now you're flying higher than a little baby star Why don't you get up there With your brand new shiny brand name guitar Just with the exception of your hair You've not impressed me so far You think I don't see you snaring at me From across your favorite bar