Throw Songtext
von Courting

Been drawing figure eights on pictures of you lately
I′ve been thumbing a softy
Been thumbing a softy
Ran through parades of which our fathers throw
The band play on nine verses of Killing Me Softly
Of Killing Me Softly

That's an awfully nice haircut
Where did you get that head from?
The paintings are switched, they′re double-dipped
And the singer just keeps on getting the words wrong

So I drove nine laps of the city
I drove nine laps of this place
If someone's God really made you look that pretty
I would throw my back out prayin'

I′ve been rifling designer purses
And trying to work back to where you′ve been working
And I've been trying on every perfume
And trying to find one that reminds me of you


But in a way, I′m an antithesis-esque Philip Oakey
I know you don't want me
I know you don′t want me
I guess you're all caught up in multitasking golden age TV
But if you felt so strongly
If you felt so strongly

You′d throw your back out, we'd throw it back
Some throwback sometime
You'd throw your back out, we′d throw it back
Some throwback sometime

So I drove nine laps of the city
And I drove nine laps of this place
If someone′s god really made you look that pretty
I would throw my back out prayin'

I′ve been rifling designer purses
And trying to work back to where you've been working
And I′ve been trying on every perfume
And trying to find one that reminds me of you
And I'll admit that I′ve been writing shorter verses
Just to get back to this part
And I'll be taking no more chances
'Til I get my happy ending


We′d throw our backs out, we′d throw it back
Some throwback sometime
We'd throw our backs out, we′d throw it back
Some throwback sometime (whoa)
We'd throw our backs out, we′d throw it back
Some throwback sometime
We'd throw our backs out, we′d throw it back
Some throwback sometime