Fall Out Boy - Dance Dance
She says she's no good with words but I'm worse Barely stuttered out "A joke of a romantic" or stuck to my tongue Weighed down with words too over-dramatic Tonight it's "it can't get much worse" Vs. "no one...
She says she's no good with words but I'm worse Barely stuttered out "A joke of a romantic" or stuck to my tongue Weighed down with words too over-dramatic Tonight it's "it can't get much worse" Vs. "no one should ever feel like.."
It would appear that Radioactive Mans sidekick, Fall Out Boy, has fallen (do you see?) into problems when it comes to girls. 
Ah yes. It’s always cute to see action sidekicks hitting puberty and just wondering what happens next and having these ridiculous dilemmas – “ooh, I have x-ray vision and I can also melt things by just looking at them but how the heck to I get a girl to like me?”. The answer is simple compadre; stocks. Girls like a man who has invested his money wisely (FACT) and I feel that if Mr. Boy were to spend some time studying finances at an academic level and thus being able to get a job in the city wherein he could construct a portfolio of some credence and as such he would be able to win the girl. Anyway, that’s just semantics. It would appear that Mr. Boy really isn’t lying when he talks about the poor standard of dialogue; hardly the stuff of Chris Eubank.
I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by
Mr. Boy has spent two quarters ($0.50 to us normal people) and in addition to this he has somehow managed to spend his heart (evoking memories of that notable Wham classic, Last Christmas). Mr. Boy, despite his ability with radioactive shizzle, believes that all he really has in this world (yes, all he has, apart from his awesome super hero powers) is words, and as such all he need to is write them. He does however make an interesting point by saying that you need words and the ability to communicate in order to get by in life. Indeed.
[Whispered:] We're going into D-Minor
It would appear that Fall Out Boy and the rest of the Radioactive Man Gang are going into D-Minor.
Dance, Dance We're falling apart to half time Dance, Dance And these are the lives you'd love to lead Dance, this is the way they'd love If they knew how misery loved me
It would appear that all of a sudden Mr. Boy is playing a sport! Clearly this wasn’t an obvious development but nevertheless it’s a development and we’ll leave that at that. Except to ask, well, what sport are we discussing? Being that Fall Out Boy is an American and isn’t as cool as Rivers Cuomo I would expect that he is referring to something a bit lame and not very manly, like Baseball or Gridiron – a sport wherein it would take you longer to understand the rules of the game than to be able to watch one, and then some. Mr. Boy then infers to people wanting to lead particular lives (but of whom? Of the international superhero financial stockbroker? A live that lets face it bears rewards on all fronts). Mr. Boy then also talks about how misery loves him and what people would do if they were to be in on this fact – though he never actually states exactly what people would do if they were in on this fact. One might think that they would recommend him not to go and live in Bridgend.
You always fold just before you're found out Drink up its last call Last resort But only the first mistake and I...
We have moved on from Gridiron it would seem to the matter of Poker, and Mr. Boy is making a criticism as to how the subject always folds whenever theres a danger of their bluff being found out, and I perhaps feel that in this allegedly drunken game of poker that bluffing should surely be far easier and as such Mr. Boy is right to take the subject to task over this; in life you rarely win without taking a risk once or twice down the line.
Why don't you show me the little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress (mattress, mattress)
I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me
It would appear as though Mr. Boy, in addition to all of his other “defects” (or enhancements, you might say) gets turned on by backs, and would like to see this particular persons back. This would be foreplay it would seem to the act of them going into bed together; it would appear as though my advice regarding stockbrokers is bearing fruit. Lovely stuff.
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