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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

I noticed that when you learn a new word from a song that you have already heard before, you already know the translation of this word forever and you will never forget it!

I want to share this method with you. So, the scheme is as follows.

We find songs that we have already heard.

We add all unfamiliar words from them.

We pass mini tests of memory games. done

Now that you know a lot of words, you will very quickly come to know the whole language!

I bet you'll be surprised how effective this method is!)

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Little Man Tate

What? What You Got? (Hidden Track)

 

What? What You Got? (Hidden Track)

(album: About What You Know - 2007)


What, what you got, not a lot, but you're desperate for the weekend
Slip into your jeans and, put your Second Coming on
Quick do your hair, move your mucky underwear and it's alright
Yes, it's alright, who you bring home tonight

And she doesn't seem to care at all
Into who's bed she falls

And it doesn't matter, no not at all, if she pulls gets laid at all
She'll self indulge until she falls and says, something for the weekend
When she says, something for the weekend

She talks to a man, get his number if she can, but its okay
Now she's talking to the DJ, telling him which song to play
Back at the bar I'll have a vodka and a jar for me boyfriend
Well, he's in an indie rock band, and he's into LSD

And he doesn't seem to care at all
Into who's bed she falls

And it doesn't matter, no not at all, if she pulls gets laid at all
She'll self indulge until she falls and says, something for the weekend
When she says, something for the weekend

And she doesn't seem to care at all
Into who's bed she falls

And it doesn't matter, no not at all, if she pulls gets laid at all
She'll self indulge until she falls and says, something for the weekend

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?