Blouse

Song: Blouse

Artist: Clairo

Lyrics: Clairo

Composed: Jack Antonoff & Clairo

Here we are, quiet at your kitchen table

With courtesy to little pet peeves

Napkins on laps, strands pulled back

I hang the scarf and my mom's anorak

Why do I tell you how I feel

When you're just looking down the blouse?

It's something I wouldn't say out loud

If touch could make them hear, then touch me now

If touch could make them hear, then touch me now

Talking to some who laugh and others scorned

I guess humor could help me after all

It's funny now, I'm just useless and a whore

But I get a cosign from your favorite one-man show

Why do I tell you how I feel

When you're too busy looking down my blouse?

It's something I wouldn't say out loud

If touch could make them hear, then touch me now

If touch could make them hear, then touch me now

If touch could make them hear, then touch me now

Now

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