Pigeon Toes - Absofacto
One two three
Made a tourniquet from the tassel of a graduate
Left high and dry at the altar as
Those wedding bells sing ding da dong
And we sing another sad song
We tried a more vivacious melody
But it came out wrong
How could you come here and say that
How could you come here at all
Oh I'm not a fool
But my pigeon toes are blistered
From pacing every night in the gravel outside your house
Give it a try give me some kind of sign
Give it up you pathetic split pea soup drinker
Give up the ghost as a tip to the hostess
Made myself a part of it
A part of it
How could you come here and say that
How could you come here and say that
How could you come here at all