Lemonade Hayride - The Whim King

If I tried any harder
It might hurt
If she was any smarter
She could be an idiot
I'm tired of her
I'm looking for things
Like the way she
Crams her jeans in her boots
Taking pride in cynicism
Like he's been hurt before
Who's the new girl being brought around?
And what do you like her for?
It's just a whim thing
And you're the whim king
It's just a whim thing
And you're the whim king
If you're confused
Don't expect me to make it clear
A few days from now
I probably won't be here
Skiing down Alpine slopes
Or sitting on a Sicily dock
Looking for some Italian girl
To put me in a headlock
Taking pride in cynicism
Like he's been hurt before
Who's the new girl being brought around?
And what do you like her for?
It's just a whim thing
And you're the whim king
It's just a whim thing
And you're the whim king
She keeps calling me
I'm working on my tan
Think I'll lie low a while
And work on a change of plans
Taking pride in cynicism
Like I've been hurt before
Who's the new girl being brought around?
And what do you like her for?
It's just a whim thing
And I'm the whim king
It's just a whim thing
And I'm the whim king

Written by:
Foster Barnett

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