Don't you dare say that you'll braid my hair, babe
If you don't really care
You wanted me sadder, you wanted me sadder
Fishtail, what's the matter with that?
by Sanderlei Silveira - 25/03/2023
Don't you dare say that you'll braid my hair, babe
If you don't really care
You wanted me sadder, you wanted me sadder
Fishtail, what's the matter with that?
[Verse 1]
Skippin' rope in the bayou, bayou
Slip softly in terrain
Not that smart, but I've got things to say
Palm trees in black and white
I like to watch them sway
You're so funny, I wish I could skinny-dip inside your mind
[Pre-Chorus]
Lately, I've been thinkin' about how things used to be
Swingin' in a nightgown underneath the old oak tree
Almost Victorian with you, you can talk to me
But, lately, I can see
[Chorus]
You wanted me sadder (Baby)
You wanted me sadder
Can't you see it?
For me, you are the one
And if I'm not the one for you, don't just say it
I was on the stairs, Ella Fitzgerald in the air
Feelin' hella rare
Baby, if you care
Baby, don't you dare say
You'll braid my hair, babe
Don't you dare say that you'll braid my hair, babe
If you don't really care
You wanted me sadder
[Verse 2]
Dancin' there in the hot, hot sun
I know that we've got problems
I plan to address them another day
Palm trees in black and white
I see in technicolor
Maybe I'll take my glasses off so I stop painting red flags green
[Pre-Chorus]
Lately, I've been sunnin' in the L.A. riverbed
Wearin' nothin' but the summer bruises on my knees
I like how you talk, how you speak, how you look at me
But, lately, I can see
[Chorus]
You wanted me sadder (Baby)
You wanted me sadder
You wanted me sadder
Can't you see it?
For me, you are the one and if I'm not the one for you
Don't just say it
I was on the stairs, Ella Fitzgerald in the air
Feelin' hella rare
Baby, if you care
Baby, don't you dare say
You'll braid my hair, see
Baby, if you care, then
Baby, don't you dare say
That you really care
Don't you dare say that you'll braid my hair
When you get home tonight
If you don't really care
Yeah, don't you dare say that you'll braid my hair, babe
If you don't really care, see
Don't you braid my hair
If you're not coming home to me
Ah-ah
[Outro]
You want someone sadder
Skippin' rope in the bayou, bayou
Slip softly in terrain
I'm not that smart
But I've got things to say
Ikke tør du si at du vil flette håret mitt, baby
Hvis du ikke virkelig bryr deg
Du ville ha meg tristere, du ville ha meg tristere
Fishtail, hva er det med det?
[Vers 1]
Skippin 'Rope i Bayou, Bayou
Gli mykt i terreng
Ikke så smart, men jeg har ting å si
Palmer i svart og hvitt
Jeg liker å se dem svinge
Du er så morsom, jeg skulle ønske jeg kunne tynne dypp inn i tankene dine
[Pre-chorus]
I det siste har jeg tenkt på hvordan ting pleide å være
Sving i en nattkjole under det gamle eiketreet
Nesten viktoriansk med deg, du kan snakke med meg
Men i det siste kan jeg se
[Kor]
Du ville ha meg tristere (baby)
Du ville ha meg tristere
Kan du ikke se det?
For meg er du den ene
Og hvis jeg ikke er den for deg, ikke bare si det
Jeg var på trappene, Ella Fitzgerald i luften
Føler hella sjelden
Baby, hvis du bryr deg
Baby, tør du ikke si
Du fletter håret mitt, baby
Ikke tør du si at du vil flette håret mitt, baby
Hvis du ikke virkelig bryr deg
Du ville ha meg tristere
[Vers 2]
Dans der i den varme, varme solen
Jeg vet at vi har problemer
Jeg planlegger å adressere dem en annen dag
Palmer i svart og hvitt
Jeg ser i Technicolor
Kanskje jeg tar av meg brillene, så jeg slutter å male røde flagg grønt
[Pre-chorus]
I det siste har jeg vært sunnin i L.A. Riverbed
Bruk ikke noe, men sommeren blåmerker på knærne mine
Jeg liker hvordan du snakker, hvordan du snakker, hvordan du ser på meg
Men i det siste kan jeg se
[Kor]
Du ville ha meg tristere (baby)
Du ville ha meg tristere
Du ville ha meg tristere
Kan du ikke se det?
For meg er du den, og hvis jeg ikke er den for deg
Ikke bare si det
Jeg var på trappene, Ella Fitzgerald i luften
Føler hella sjelden
Baby, hvis du bryr deg
Baby, tør du ikke si
Du fletter håret mitt, se
Baby, hvis du bryr deg, så
Baby, tør du ikke si
At du virkelig bryr deg
Ikke tør du si at du vil flette håret mitt
Når du kommer hjem i kveld
Hvis du ikke virkelig bryr deg
Ja, tør du ikke si at du vil flette håret mitt, baby
Hvis du ikke virkelig bryr deg, se
Ikke flette håret mitt
Hvis du ikke kommer hjem til meg
Ah ah
[Outro]
Du vil ha noen tristere
Skippin 'Rope i Bayou, Bayou
Gli mykt i terreng
Jeg er ikke så smart
Men jeg har ting å si