When you gonna come around?
Cause the sun is a quitter
Cause the moon wears her crown at night
He's fresher than a Juul mint pod
The talk of the town
The streetlight flickers at the city slicker
While the moon snickers, pinky up
Around her glass of liquor
When you gonna come around?
Now he's sipping straight from a union beer
After a bent union gig
A one-man-band
With a cigarette in each hand
With a spilt shot of Jäger on his robe
Holes in both two left slippers
He's a nervous breakdown inbound
He's the skipping briber of a late night bitter tipper with a busted zipper
They call him the designated hitter
With a broke back on a bar stool
One-man-band
Now baby when you gonna?
When you gonna come around?
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When you gonna come around?
Cause the sun is a quitter
Cause the moon wears her crown at night
He's fresher than a Juul mint pod
The talk of the town
The streetlight flickers at the city slicker
While the moon snickers, pinky up
Around her glass of liquor
When you gonna come around?
Now he's sipping straight from a union beer
After a bent union gig
A one-man-band
With a cigarette in each hand
With a spilt shot of Jäger on his robe
Holes in both two left slippers
He's a nervous breakdown inbound
He's the skipping briber of a late night bitter tipper with a busted zipper
They call him the designated hitter
With a broke back on a bar stool
One-man-band
Now baby when you gonna?
When you gonna come around?
Cause the sun is a quitter
Cause the moon wears her crown at night
He's fresher than a Juul mint pod
The talk of the town
The streetlight flickers at the city slicker
While the moon snickers, pinky up
Around her glass of liquor
When you gonna come around?
Now he's sipping straight from a union beer
After a bent union gig
A one-man-band
With a cigarette in each hand
With a spilt shot of Jäger on his robe
Holes in both two left slippers
He's a nervous breakdown inbound
He's the skipping briber of a late night bitter tipper with a busted zipper
They call him the designated hitter
With a broke back on a bar stool
One-man-band
Now baby when you gonna?
When you gonna come around?
Writer: Gabriel Young
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid