The Rapture Whoo Huh

Oh, the sun drenched French girls won t relate To a frozen glare from the Northern State Dreamin of fat happy babies Kickin ladies on the Metro now And the mirrors won t sing back divine Be it choppin your hair or choppin a line But you laughcrackup they Laughcrack up and smile Whoo Alright let s fall apart And the clock starts tickin now Tick tick tick tick tick tick OW