Song Description
Kind of a little "I told you so" put down piece.
| Song Length |
3:58 |
Genre |
Rock - General, Rock - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Subject |
Dysfunctional Relations |
Similar Artists |
Tom Petty |
| Language |
English |
| |
Lyrics
Vintage Tweed
Always the last to arrive at the ball
Servants and maids at your beck and call
C?mon tell me who?s gonna be throwin? a pity party now?
When your heart is a shambles and your world is tumblin?, down
C?mon shake your little skirt, Pull the buttons off your shirt
Go and cast your little curse, on me, Well I Got Your Vintage Tweed
Can?t see no stars up in the sky
Can?t see no difference in a fact or a lie
So imprisoned you are by the means and the limits of your mind
So convinced and persuaded that you are the victim of a, crime
C?mon pound your little fist, Hail Mary, Mother this
So you think that I should admit my deeds, Well I Got Your Vintage Tweed
So imprisoned you are by the means and the limits of your heart
So convinced and persuaded it?s not you that?s fallin? a, part
C?mon shake your little skirt, Pull the buttons off your shirt
Go and do your little worst, on me, Well I Got Your Vintage Tweed
I Got Your Vintage Tweed