[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sunglasses on in a dim-lit room,
Espresso sips to a synthetic tune.
You quote French films but you’ve never seen,
A monocle glare at the magazine.
"Darling, my playlist? It’s all underground,"
But your vinyl collection just spins round and round.
[Chorus]
Oh, velvet tongues and plastic pearls,
You’re a masterpiece in a backwards world.
Jangle-pop dreams on a highbrow shelf,
We’re all too clever to be ourselves.
[Verse 2]
You wear a scarf when it’s ninety degrees,
Name-drop bands that nobody needs.
Your poetry’s vague, just a crossword lie,
A New Wave pose with a disco tie.
"Authentic’s d**d," you sigh with a smirk,
As you curate life where the irony works.
[Chorus]
Oh, velvet tongues and plastic pearls,
You’re a masterpiece in a backwards world.
Jangle-pop dreams on a highbrow shelf,
We’re all too clever to be ourselves.
[Bridge]
The synthesizer hums a truth you hide,
Behind the slang that you stole from a guide.
Your vintage shirt’s a mass-produced stain,
But the mirror loves you just the same.
[Chorus]
Oh, velvet tongues and plastic pearls,
You’re a masterpiece in a backwards world.
Jangle-pop dreams on a highbrow shelf,
We’re all too clever to be ourselves.
[Outro]
