Retro Girl by Noah Silver

Lyrics

Yesterday on her way to work she hopped on the D.C. Metro. They now have video ads in the underground tunnels. "Where does it end?" She asked. "Why won't they stop this visual pollution? There's better ways," she said "to fill up all this space."

So many girls from this age are all the same. I'll wait 'til I find myself a classy dame from a first-rate decade.

She's a retro girl. She's not on facebook. She goes for walks and skips the cybertalk. She'd rather mail you a letter.
She's a retro girl. Doesn't fit this world. She'd rather be in 1923. Says the music was better.

She saved up for a record player. Says mp3s have no soul. Every night before she goes to bed she puts Ella on the spindel. She really digs going to swing dances. The hottest club could just as well be ice. "Wouldn't it be nice," she says, "if I could hitchhike back through time."

I've looked high and low for a girl who's got some style. And one day I hope she'll walk on down down down the aisle.

She's a retro girl. She's not on facebook. She goes for walks and skips the cybertalk. She'd rather mail you a letter.
She's a retro girl. Doesn't fit this world. She'd rather be in 1923. Says the music was better.

She's a retro girl. She's a retro girl. She's a retro girl.
She's a retro kind of gal.