Something old, something new. Something special supposed. To be designed from me and you. . Something borrowed, something blue. Something crazy that won't turn out.
What do you see in him?. Is it the same you saw in me?. Is your head alright?. Did you bump into a tree?. . Well, I can't profess. To see the way you see.
Neon lights outside my pool hall. Rain is comin' down in spoon fulls. Mixes in with tears from my eyes. I've been standin' here for hours. . Paper bag for my umbrella.
If you look to the east. Where the sun never sets. I'll be there at the top. Of the stairs you can bet. . So just pick up the phone. Make a call, all your own.
You can say your comin' back. You can say your leavin'. Wish that you would let me know. So I could stop my grievin'. . And if the road come back to haunt me.
Well, there's wine on the page. And my heart's enraged. And I must call the cops on myself. And my bony hands. . Probe the bed for your body. But I'm left once again on the shelf.
You hold your head in your hands. And I don't have a way. To climb inside your body. And just hang out and stay. And everybody's asking. When your coming back.
She hopped in my car. Faster than bar time. "Honey, would you. Like a date?", she said. . It wasn't even an original line. And my pants, they tightened.
I love everything about you. I love the way you comb your hair. And I love the way you sachet in the room. Your perfume lingers in the air. I love everything about you, whoa, about you.
I love everything about you. I love the way you comb your hair. And I love the way you sashay in the room. Your perfume lingers in the air. I love everything about you, whoa, about you.
Broken hearts are not so bad. Look at me, hey, I've been had. A broken heart's what I have tonight. . Painted nails will rip your shirt. Will make you scream, hey, make you hurt.
I know you're waiting. Just to get laid. Shade is saying. Stay the fuck away. . Break it down and get small. Break it down and get small. Break it down and get small.
Doin' it right, doin' it right, doin' it right, doin' it right. The rock band's cookin' and the drummer's gettin' down. We're doin' it right on the wrong side of town.