I dont want to spend the rest of my life
Starin' at a man, looking down a line
Whats he say? Not my style
Just a stylized version of an obsolete file
I dont want to spend the rest of my time
Lookin' for the words Im never going to find
You read them in a book and apply them to your life
But how can I be as pretty as she writes?
I know Im all right
Because the needle cant burn
What the needle cant find
She dont want to spend the rest of her heart
Waste it on a job and never get a start
Part of her says she should be herself
And part of her says she should be with someone else
I dont want to spend the rest of my life
Looking for a girl Im never gonna find
Starin' back at me when I come home at night
But how can she be as pretty as I write?
It will be hard, but I know Im all right
Because the needle cant burn
What the needle cant find
And the money wont save
What the money cant buy
And part of me is safe
And part of me is lies
So be mine tonight