My girl she's a good one. She's always on my mind. She is a rose and I am a stone. She's always poking her head out. And striking a pose. I'm always plucking her petals.
Alright, I'm okay. We did it your way. I never loved you anyway. You've got your problems. That's your problem. I never loved you anyway. . Alright, I'm okay.
Budding young philosophers sit down at the dinner table. They all stand up to pay the bill but none of them are able. The kids, they're staring at their phones.