I'd like for just one moment, please.
Don't say you'll rearrange my dreams.
I can say, "Pass the sugar," and you can keep the salt,
but let's bring this whole thing to a halt.

She owns a literature company,
but she never sells those books to me.
So give me a suit with the pockets on the inside,
'cause I still have ideas I need to hide.

And tomorrow's gonna be a brand new day,
but you'll probably eat your breakfast the same old way.
If it was up to you we'd all wear refrigerator watches
and have alcoholic furniture in our rooms.

So give me a suit with the pockets on the inside,
'cause I still have ideas I need to hide.
'Cause I crashed my electric-colored cardboard car
with window seat ejection handlebars.

And they only serve those who
know the secret password to
get in,
so I count my losses and take it with a grin.

Give me a Shirley Temple on the rocks,
and I'll take apart your combination locks.
Give me a suit with the pockets on the inside,
'cause I still have ideas I need to hide.

I'd like for just two seconds of your time.
If it wasn't his fault, it was mine.
And if you don't go slowly into the night,
you might end up living someone else's life.

Give me a suit with the pockets on the inside,
'cause I still have ideas I need to hide.
And if you don't go slowly into the night,
you might end up living someone else's life.


Lyrics submitted by lujk

Refrigerator Watches song meanings
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