But She Beat My High Score

Sounds are cutoff short; they make up rhythms
And pixelated many pixel food
Well, I thought I found a way to lay the joystick down:
A girl with eyes the color of pea soup
And there’s a flame, there’s a spark
But she beat my high score
So say goodbye, there’s the door
I can’t see you anymore
And there’s a flame, there’s a spark
But she beat my high score
So say goodbye, there’s the door
I can’t see you anymore
No, not in an «invisible» way
Besides, she lost her cloak just yesterday
The dry cleaners must have mixed
The tickets up, and, so, she got some guy’s
Leather three piece suit instead
And there’s a flame, there’s a spark
But she beat my high score
So say goodbye, there’s the door
I can’t see you anymore
And there’s a flame, there’s a spark
But she beat my high score
So say goodbye, there’s the door
I can’t see you anymore