[Lyric] Im Not Really a Spring (The Loud Family)

[Verse 1]
Look at all these kids acquiring shame at such a tender age
A lifetime free of bitter days in store (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
Self-effacing, model social lives
Don't people ever slowly rot inside their own world anymore? (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
I don't pitch the case for isolation
But there's one okay and then some other okay
For the sake of the people you tell

[Verse 2]
Hi, I'm Silent Steve—or Chatty Charles—I'll take requests
What kind of numbers do you think I'm going to need? (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
Finding ones to test themselves and come on like a sharpened pencil
Work inside the lines of someone's greed (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
I can't sit and make myself want nothing
But I won't go knocking doors to find out
How many tickets to me I can sell

[Chorus]
They think I'm banging Anabelle and it's not going well
Stop this line of questions, I can't really say what I mean
Think I'm bragging, Anabelle, and it's not show and tell
Stop this documentary, I'm not really a spring
[Verse 3]
Making nice to girls, not knowing they'd prefer a thoughtless bastard
Widening the old discrepancy (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
Something pulls your body, draws your lips like an electromagnet
How could I suppose it might be me? (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
Still, every eighteen months I wonder
Why don't we just, if we're so free to

[Bridge]
And what would stop us from getting right up
And have we been so easily satisfied for so long?
Except each eighteen months or so I think again
Why don't we say, "thank God there's still time"—
We were just lying down, but they'll say that we fell

[Chorus]
They think I'm banging Anabelle and it's not going well
Stop this line of questions, I can't really say what I mean
Think I'm bragging, Anabelle, and it's not show and tell
Stop this documentary, I'm not really a spring