Meet me by the vending machine.

I've been humming and singing this song constantly the past week or so, and I think it's best served justice by simply posting its astonishing lyrics.


'Julie', by Jens Lekman.

Oh Julie, meet me by the vending machine.
Oh Julie, I'm gonna buy you a wedding ring. 

Eating French fries by the dock of the bay.
Lots of ketchup and mayonnaise.
You said this town's too big for our hearts.
You can't tell where it ends or starts. 

Oh Julie, the future could be so bright.
Oh Julie, the ticket inspector's out of sight. 

What will you do when you graduate?
If you stay here you will suffocate.
And all your friends are moving to London.
While the cherry trees are still in blossom. 

Oh Julie.
Oh hold me, hold me for the sweet hereafter. 

The end with you can be very fatal.
Somehow we forget to pray for the angels.
Then the angels make sure that our hearts are devoured.
Make us jump from the Eiffel Tower. 

Oh Julie, you know that I ain't for hire.
But you can have me.
You can trade me for your cigarette lighter. 

Take a step from the humdrum.
Step out of the museum.
They said we had hit the bottom.
But the cherry trees are still in blossom. 

Julie, you know that I ain't for hire
but you can have me, you can trade me for your cigarette lighter
Oh Julie

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