I played ball in high school
She’s way, way too cool for that
high waist, high taste
Look at that summer hat
She plays darts and pool
Saves her quarters for the jukebox
I’m out by the pool
Bottle service on the rooftop

We both drink the good [bad word] We both listen to the classics
When I get to bed
I think she knows it gon’ be magic
You know I got a hipster girl

She just finished art school
Now she hand rolls cigarettes
Backstage access
 At South by South West
She drinks ________ coffee
Out to breakfast with my mom
Her tattoos kind of scare me
But they really turn me on
---[lyrics by Artiom Sue]---
We both drink the good [bad word] We both listen to the classics
When I get to bed
I think she knows it gon’ be magic
You know I got a hipster girl

Hipster hoes
I call ‘em Trader Joes
Black Ray Bans
Chucks and bicycles
One named Flo
Met her at a show
Took me to a rooftop party at Park Slope
Met a couple bros
Who looked like Citizen Cope
Gave me a PBR
We all got stoned
She got me to respect the scene more
But I will not put on a pair of jean shorts

You know I got a hipster girl