| And now i’m trying to decide if i feel dirty at all
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| cause it gets hard to tell
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| it’s never just black and white she’s got a mind of her own
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| and she uses it well
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| so she invites me over outside villanova
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| she’s got some pull-out sofa that we won’t hardly need
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| she is only drinking soda revving up that motor
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| got places we could go to but i still won’t believe
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| that she’s only gifted
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| when i’m standing by her side
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| she goes unassisted
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| and i start to relax as i cut her some slack
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| CHORUS
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| so get up i gotta go to work
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| facing all these people who now know i’m a jerk
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| and it’s a set-up i gotta change my clothes
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| concealing all this evidence before everybody knows
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| what i’ve done and what i’m gonna do… again
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| and in the middle of the night i have a breakdown of sorts
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| with regret creeping in she’s gonna put up a fight and she will get her way
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| cause she loves sleeping in so i need someone to side with when she begins confiding
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| and i cannot provide it cause i’m endlessly cold
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| she says she’s so excited to play some groom and bride
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| with me but i’m undecided so I need to be told
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| that she’s only sinking
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| when i’m sleeping by her side
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| with a change of thinking
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| i could pull us away even just for a day
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| chorus
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| she grows impatient to change my tune
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| she’s geting older and legal soon
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| and i wasn’t ready to start out and go upsetting
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| some girl that i’d be forgetting
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| by the time the cops came by that afternoon
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| and i try to decide as she pulls me aside
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| chorus |