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Staring at you from across the room Patagonia shirt, and some fucked up shoes He might try to talk to you about bands Stick and poke tattoos on his hands, shitty ones at that Cool cat in a five-panel hat Couple IPAs He makes art on his Mac And he swears that he's not a fuckboy But he's worse, he's an arty indie softboy K-Y-L-I-S Kill your local indie softboy (Ooh) (I said) K-Y-L-I-S Kill your local indie softboy (Ooh) K-Y-L-I-S K-Y-L-I-S K-Y-L-I-S (Ooh) They come in lots of different breeds Some like to skate Some like to read Some of them like boring guitar bands And some of them like minimal techno That they'll tell you all about Even though you don't fucking care Songtexte Cool cat in a five-panel hat Couple IPAs He makes art on his Mac And he swears that he's not a fuckboy But he's worse, he's an arty indie softboy K-Y-L-I-S Kill your local indie softboy (Ooh) (I said) K-Y-L-I-S Kill your local indie softboy (Ooh) K-Y-L-I-S Kill your local indie softboy (Ooh) K-Y-L-I-S K-Y-L-I-S K-Y-L-I-S (Kill your local indie softboy) You make shitty beats in your bedroom on Garageband But you're still patronizing as shit I don't wanna see your socks Roll your jeans down Put your keys in your fuckin pocket Take them off of your jean-loop Your belt-loop (Whatever the fuck it's called) K-Y-L-I-S Kill your local indie softboy (Put your keys in your pocket, I don't care) K-Y-L-I-S Kill your local indie softboy (Ooh) Kill your local indie softboy K-Y-L-I-S Kill your local indie softboy (Ooh) K-Y-L-I-S K-Y-L-I-S K-Y-L-I-S Ooh, ooh, ooh Aus Songtexte Mania