Lyrics

Laid out on a Thursday afternoon
Gotta go to work
Better get it goin soon
Time flies like a kite
But drags dull
Like a knife through cold butter
Start up a game that I don't wanna play
Half bloodshot lookin at the delta eight
See a shadows flash
I turn around and I see you
Through the shutter
There you are
My Cable Girl
You've got me feeling something
There you are
My Cable Girl
Sign me up for anything
Woah
Cable Girl
Woah
You greet me with a smile
But you don't say your name
The lanyard on your neck
Works just the same
Thick black curls
And deep brown eyes
Make me shudder
There you are
My Cable Girl
You've got me feeling desperate
There you are
My Cable Girl
Please don't check my credit
Woah
Cable Girl
Woah
Written by: Andrew Gurney, Jack Catalanotto, Max Sandza, Zach Fendelman
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