Perfection As A Hipster - God Help the Girl

Written by：Stuart Murdoch

They'd never met the singer and the swinger

She walked in they walked around each other

Fighting for the mirror and smiling

She was awkward

I was tongue tied

She was goofy

And she aspired to perfection as a hipster

And she asked me

How should I wear my problem hair

My dirty no good problem hair

She asked me

I blew it

I knew it

I always wonder how things could have been

I wouldn't waste time dreaming about me

Spend every second day just

Dreaming how the first one ought to be

My dream was realized but I was sleeping

I was sleeping

I caught the girl her eyelids started to flutter

And in my arms

She passed out cold are you okay

Just lie still you'll feel better

What happened I want to go home

Feel better

Where am I what have I got on

Feel better

You say that but how do you know

Feel better

Who are you what do you want

I always wonder how things could have been

I wouldn't waste time dreaming about me

Spend every second day just

Dreaming how the first one ought to be

My dream was realized but I was sleeping

I was sleeping

I was sleeping

I was sleeping