I'll buy a pair of jeans
A stylish means
A groovy masterpiece
I'll cover them with paper men
And books on Zen
Records shot with darts
Talk your way out of this one
Blah, blah, blah
I wrote a song 4 you
I wrote a song 4 you
I'll sleep till after three
I'll brush my teeth
I'll wash my feet, I don't feel well
You couldn't tell, I look like hell
Records shot with darts
Talk your way out of this one
Blah, blah, blah
I wrote a song 4 you
I wrote a song 4 you
I wrote a song 4 you
I wrote a song 4 you
I wrote a song 4 you
I wrote a song 4 you
I wrote a song 4 you
I wrote a song 4 you