Lyrics
I'm a nervous record on a record machine
and my heart can't find the pulse if you know what I mean
It's skipping beats (his record is skipping beats)
it's on repeat (he plays his heart on repeat)
but the sound of your record is oh so sweet
Your love to me is like an mp3
not the best quality
but better than nothing
it's better than sitting alone
on a four hour bus ride with no headphones
I wish that you'd just treat me with higher fidelity
I'm a nervous record on a record machine
and my heart can't find the pulse if you know what I mean
It's skipping beats (his record is skipping beats)
it's on repeat (he plays his heart on repeat)
but the sound of your record is oh so sweet
It might be scratched
might even have a crack
but baby I'm attached to the sound
of your record spinning around
It keeps on skipping over and over and over and over again
I'm a nervous record on a record machine
and my heart can't find the pulse if you know what I mean
It's skipping beats (his record is skipping beats)
it's on repeat (he plays his heart on repeat)
but the sound of your record is oh so sweet x2
but baby, I'm attached to that sound
of your record spinning around
It keeps on skipping over and over and over and over again