Nørgaard – The Vaccines

Her mind’s made up, she don’t want to go steady.
She’s only seventeen so she’s probably not ready.
A-m-a-n-d-a norgaard.
I saw you on a cover on cross bay boulevard.

Smaller tits.
And skinny framework.
Tall, sharp hips.
And you’re all in the same work.
Giving me the sweet talk.
Walking down the catwalk.
I want a mannequin.
But she won’t let me in.