Hit Songtext
von Kylie Fox

Hey Vancouver
Wear your acid wash jeans
You′ve really facelifted Main Street East
Where all the boho art snobs living
The wanna be actors
Painters like my parents
Wouldn't recognize the place

It just doesn′t hit the same

He's a winner
Dimple trophy kind of face
But I don't get the Friday flutter en route to his place
I want red wine he′s an old fashioned
Kiss me like a hall pass
Come on baby test me
In crumpled sheets on sunday

It just doesn′t hit the same
It just doesn't hit the same
It just doesn′t hit the same


A green banana
A coffee without cream
Christmas down in the Caribbean
They put less mm in the butter chicken
A horror movie in the daytime
Joni Mitchell in the eighties
A birthday parade

It just doesn't hit the same
It just doesn′t hit the same
It just doesn't hit the same

We′d go boozing
Bop into the next day
Now the headache lasts me all the way to Wednesday
I want to party like the Barbies flash new IDS
But I'm working on my fine lines
In bed by 10:30
On a Saturday

It just doesn't hit the same
It just doesn′t hit the same
It just doesn′t hit the same