TLC, Salt-N-Pepa and En Vogue at the Intuit Dome tonight and I'm still standing here deciding if the dress comes with me or stays on the door. Waterfalls is about to hit very different. Tell me you'd already be in the car waiting.
TLC, Salt-N-Pepa and En Vogue at the Intuit Dome tonight and I'm still standing here deciding if the dress comes with me or stays on the door. Waterfalls is about to hit very different. Tell me you'd already be in the car waiting.
Empire of the Sun at the Bowl tonight and my robe already lost the argument about getting dressed. Glitter is coming out whether the city is ready or not. Tell me how much is too much.
Mumford & Sons at the Forum tonight, so I'm spending the hours before it beating up a heavy bag — all that banjo puts me in a mood. Wraps on, gloves off, and the bag is losing. Tell me you'd hold it steady for me.
Hayley Williams is waiting at the top of the hill and I've claimed the back seat, the flask, and the whole ride up. Monday just got promoted. Ride along?
Chat Pile has the Belasco tonight and I'm getting ready the slow way — fishnets on, dress nowhere in sight, boots taking their sweet time. I don't rush for anyone. Think you could stand there and watch me work?
The Growlers sent me home with their whole sound still ringing in my ears and the dress never made it past the door. Boots stayed on though — come see if you can get them off me.
Bruno Mars told a whole stadium to get romantic and I took it as instructions. Sequins, nothing underneath, and I showed up late enough to make an entrance. Bet you'd give up your seat for the one next to me.
JPEGMAFIA at The Novo tonight and this is as far as getting dressed has gotten. The dress is still on the hanger and everything else is staying off a little longer — tell me honestly if you'd let me leave like this.
Castle Rat dragged their whole medieval kingdom to The Belasco and I'm dressing for the throne room, not the pit. The queen doesn't ask permission — she takes it. Tell me you'd kneel.
Social Distortion at the Palladium tonight and I'm going full punk for it — flannel thrown over nothing, jeans riding low, one boot on and zero hurry about the other. Come over and tell me if I even make it out the door.