You're the chip through your candy coating
You're stuffed with insulation
Just strawberry ice cream floating
With a sprinkle indignation
Cherry under naught of shoestring
Conflating agitate
You're a plimsoll punk
You're a plimsoll punk
And you're getting me down
Getting me down, you're getting me down
Plimsoll punk
Your posture's blocking out any possible light
I can hardly see
This conversation spirals into a fight
I can barely breathe
You rent some roman candles underneath a willow weeping
Do the tulips on your mantel illuminate that summer feeling?
You're the seashell in my sandal that's lacing up my heel
You're a plimsoll punk
And you're getting me down
Getting me down, you're getting me down
Racking my brain, trying to escape, getting me down
Plimsoll punk
Your posture's blocking out any possible light
I can no longer see
This conversation spirals into a fight
I can barely breathe
Getting me down, you're getting me down
Plimsoll punk

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