Burnt Tapes
Parting
Common Sage
Catholic Guilt
Bristol To Memory
Least
Mercy Music
Floorbird
Talk Show Host
American Television
Lost In Society
Avenues
Odd Robot
Tiny Stills
Elijah Newman
Harker
SPACESHIPS
No Better
Dirt Money
[Verse 1]
She put nine-hundred dollars
On the fifth horse in the sixth race
I think its name was Chips Ahoy
Came in six lengths ahead
We spent the whole next week getting high
At first, I thought that she hit
On some tip that she got from some other boy
We were overjoyed
[Verse 2]
I got a girl, and she don't have to work
She can tell which horse is gonna finish in first
Some nights the painkillers make the pain even worse
Came in six lengths ahead
We spent the whole next week getting high
I love this girl, but I can't tell when she's having a good time
[Chorus]
How am I supposed to know that you're high if you won't let me touch you?
How am I supposed to know that you're high if you won't even dance?
How am I supposed to know that you're high if you won't let me touch you?
And how am I supposed to know that you're high if you won't even dance?
[Bridge]
Well, she's hard on the heart and she's soft to the touch
She gets migraine headaches, and she does it too much
She always does it too much
[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus]
How am I supposed to know that you're high if you won't let me touch you?
How am I supposed to know that you're high if you won't even dance?
How am I supposed to know that you're high if you won't let me touch you?
And how am I supposed to know that you're high if you won't even dance?
When you won't even dance