Holly - Nick Waterhouse

Holly likes the local color

Six of one is half a dozen of the other

I’ve seen her

Walking home alone

Lookin' at her phone

Missing curbs

Without

Without

Without the net she thinks is under her

Oh, boom

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

If nights are dead in the Gold Room

You could always take a swerving drive, well

When you hear the shots

They come two, three at a time

Friends say «Those are other lives

Certainly not mine

Certainly not mine»

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

Boom, boom, boom

Oh, it’s all right

I say, it’s all right

Holly

Holly

Well

Whoo

Yeah

Holly likes

Holly likes