Smoke Machine - The Giraffes

Everybody says i’m too uptight

And i spend too much time alone

These are the same people

Friends of mine

I rip em off GARBLE

I’m as pure as a pretty little baby

With a name that everybody hates

When i make up my mind

To get out of bed

When the chubby baby legs

Start pressing the ground its time

He was poor boy once

But it didn’t sit well

Having doubts about his friends

Movin out of his home town

Know he’s looking for the best way

To let everybody know

Just how far he’s gone

He’s as pure as a pretty little baby

With a face that everybody hates

When i make up my mind

To get out of bed

When the chubby baby legs

Start pressing the ground its time

Thats what smoke machines are for

Help to spread the glow

Thats what I.C.U's are for

Let the good times roll

And now i got a brand new best friend

And now he knows just where i been

And now i’m gonna use his name

Use his name on everything

I ever have to sign again

That’s what smoke machines are for

Help to spread the glow

That’s what german names are for

Tell the inside joke

I’m as pure as a pretty little baby

With a thing that everybody hates

When i make up my mind

To get out of bed

When the chubby baby legs

Start pressing the ground its time