A Song for Lorde (Rap the Critics)

I think I fit my age, I think I fit my name
If I was 17 or more –  then it wouldn’t be the same
I’ll keep Ella in the cellar – I’d rather run with Lorde
I’m suspicious of the major, prefer a minor chord

The thing about the music is it’s got its here and now
It can’t be there, it can’t be then and only knows the how
So when I write it next year, it just won’t be the same
But I think I’ll fit my age, I think I’ll fit my name

Wipe away the tears. Wipe away the tears
Wipe away the years. Wipe away the years
Not yet a woman nor a girl
The sort to give old men a thrill
You say. You say

And it’s still about the music, it’s still about how much
That less is more and just enough is better than too much
But if you’re dead against it and need someone to blame
Then here I am. I fit my age and by now you know my name

Wipe away the tears. Wipe away the fears
Wipe away the years. Wipe away the fears
Not yet a woman nor a girl
The sort to give old men a thrill
You say. You say. You say. You say

2 responses to “A Song for Lorde (Rap the Critics)

  1. She was just seventeen, you know what they mean, seventeen, what’s it all about seventeen, you know what I mean,Micheal was six, what a fix, six

  2. But he managed to row the boat ashore, Rob.

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