Palms, The - Headphones Lyrics




Strollin' down the boardwalk
In the absence of gravity
Now you're trippin' on a melody
Oh baby, I know what you want and you know I'll keep it coming

We met on the road
Then we hung out at the show
Now I'm on my way back home
But I'll still be in your headphones

We met on the road
Then we hung out at the show
Now I'm on my way back home
But I'll still be in your headphones

On the cover of a magazine
Dressed for all the world to see
Overflowing electricity
Lick the sweat off your lip is when you know you really got me

We met on the road
Then we hung out at the show
Now I'm on my way back home
But I'll still be in your headphones

We met on the road
Then we hung out at the show
Now I'm on my way back home
But I'll still be in your headphones

Ahhh, pretty girl
With me you'll never grow older
Let's show the world what true love can be
Did 'ya fall in love with me?
Or was it just a melody
That set you free

Turn the dial off, 'cause there's nothin' on the radio
Let me break it down like an El-Ca-Mi-No
Hit me in my soul
Hit me in my soul
Hit me in my soul, baby, hit me and I'll never let you go

We met on the road
Then we hung out at the show
Now I'm on my way back home
But I'll still be in your headphones





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  1. Gritlor

    here before it blows up gang gang

  2. Eric Cartman

    Really?Really?Really?Really?Really?Really?Really?Really?Really?Really?Really?Really?Really?Really?Really?

  3. Gi ada

    🕺💃