Only Good Company - Homemade Vinyl Dance Floor

I'm coming off a rough one, give me something cold
I should have got a haircut, I should have stayed home
On a homemade vinyl dance floor, bonafide
Everybody's on their way, anticipating the high
Tonight, we own the place
Feeling numb, like novocaine
Fortify, your mind to stay
Don't throw it away
Higher than the gas price, slow up your pour
Nothing like a sore jaw, halfway home
Want a busted up eye lid, egg me on
Something 'bout a pale faced girl, as if you'll ever learn
Tonight, we own the place
Feeling numb, like novocaine
Fortify, your mind to stay
Don't throw it away
You're alright, alright, alright, you don't even know it
You're alright, alright, alright, you don't even know it
You're alright, alright, alright, you don't even know it
No you don't even know it
No you don't even know it
You don't even know it
You're alright, alright, alright,
On a homemade vinyl dance floor

Written by:
Caleb Ryder, Jacob Fenchak, Jacob Goode, Micah Goode

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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