For every super hot girl
in the front row
There's a super insecure dude
standing behind her
Holding on to her waist
as she puff and thrusts the stage
Normal reaction to the
brown notes of the bass
For every super hot girl in
the front row
There's a super insecure dude
standing behind her
Holding on to her waist
as she belted thrust the stage
Normal reaction to the brown
notes of the bass
Brown notes of the bass,
of the bass, bass
People ask me why I play
with my eyes closed
Is it a form of concentration?
Is it just so you can feel it?
Is it a form of meditation?
Or are you channeling
some kind of energy
from above and beyond?
Or are you just high,
and you want to hide your eyes?
The answer to these questions,
ridiculous as they may be
They can all be answered in the chorus,
so won't y 'all please sing it with me
For every super hot girl in
the front row
There's a super insecure dude
standing behind her
Holding on to her waist
as she belts across the stage
Normal reaction to the
brownouts of the bass
For every super hot girl in
the front row
There's a super insecure dude
standing behind her
Holding on to her waist
as she blubber -thrusts the stage
Normal reaction to the
brownouts of the bass
Brownouts of the bass, of the bass, bass
Yes, I am channeling
some kind of energy
From above and beyond
Yes, it is a form of concentration
And you know,
sometimes it slips into meditation, but...
I'm just probably high
And I don't care about hiding my eyes
But if I keep them open for too long
My mind will wander and
I'll forget this song
I see your mischievous smile
That only I can see
And if I had my eyes closed all of the time
This observation would
have never come to me
And that's for every super hot
girl in the front row
There's a super insecure dude
standing behind her
Holding on to her waist
as she puff and thrusts the stage
No more reaction
to the brown notes of the bass
For every super hot girl in
the front row
There's a super insecure dude
standing behind her
Holding on to her waist
as she puff and thrusts the stage
No more reaction
to the brown notes of the bass
Brown notes of the bass, of the bass,
bass
The more my eyes are open,
the more that comes to mind
And the more my eyes are closed
is the more that gets left behind
But the more that gets left
is the more that seems right
So I point out my eyelid shades
and I block out the light
People ask me why I don't
use a teleprompter
I say that I should
I could benefit from one,
then I can read my way through the set
And not have to spoil
anybody else's fun
Cause some people take
song lyrics so seriously
And that makes me think that I should too
But I cannot read with my eyes closed
And I should not be making
up songs about you
Like for every super hot girl
in the front row
There's a super insecure dude
standing behind her
Holding on to her waist
as she puffy thrusts the stage
No more reaction
to the brown notes of her bass
For every super hot girl in
the front row
There's a su per insecure dude
standing behind her
Holding on to her waist
as she puffy thrusts the stage
No more reaction
to the brown notes of her bass
Brown notes of her bass,
of her bass, bass you