It hat to be you
I cochella’d around and pharrellly found the douchebagger who
Could make me be be true, could make me feel blue
Or make me be glad or ironically sad
Hanging with hackneys like you
Some hipsters I’ve seen, might try to be mean
Or tattooed at cost, or a caffeinated boss, but they wouldn’t do
For nobody else gave me a thrill, for all of your unimaginative, juvenile, narcissistic, slave to faux fashion faults, I love your candy-ass still
It hat to be you, Williamsburg-wannabe you,
It hat to be you
(At LE CIRQUE last night)