Baby are you a track star
Cause you've been running through my mind all day
I don't even have to think back far
I got better things to do than chill at the bar
f** this I'm out
Take me back to the car
Back thataway
You can hurt me and I'll beg like Hathaway if you come over Saturday
I got a hundred and twenty days of operating properly
Obviously a monster in the cotton sheets
Don't even let me get to linen
It isn't even Egyptian Thread count
One in a Million cause I'm winning
I never stopped being a volunteer
As I volunteer
To bring you from there to here grinning ear to ear
The soundtrack doesn't interfere
As we listen to old Prince
And television and hooskerdoo
I'm begging after-dark
I got a fever for the flavor
Heavy pettin' you hard enough to wake up your neighbors
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Lots of lovers are knockin' on ya door
They wanna sweet, sweet talk ya
But ya heard it all before [x4]
In your direction I flash you a cautious look (hi!)
I don't know what it is exactly but it feels like a Jane Austen look
And so for me the situation got the proper look
I'm hoping my Jodessey tapes and vegan crepes got you hooked
Like I know that they can
To you I'd be a devoted man
Holding hands; We could even go to Japan
My virtues are pretty much old as sand
And I'm taking a poetic stance like Guy Pestino The Postal Man
Special delivery
Pop Punk is dead unlike chivalry
I got it so come get with me
Sit with me and kiss me intimately
I could take you to the Ball of Mist of promenades in the symphony
I got that minty leaf
I'm already on the third installment
And with you in trying to secure my involvement
Hot cool vicious game never salted
But I got the pepper to pep you up and my rep is never dissolving
[Hook]