Iâd wash my hands of you but I like the way you smell
Iâd turn my back on you but Iâd never live to tell
Iâd burn your pictures but you know youâre just to pretty
Iâd burn your letters but I could never burn up
little Hello Kitty
Iâd forget your number but itâs written on my brain
Iâd forget the feel of your skin but itâs driving me insane
Iâd look for other fish but you know the seaâs polluted
Iâd try to be happy but you know Iâm rather well suited
for the life of strife and trials and tribulations
I wish I could pretend it nothing but a
sexy vacation
Nothing but a sexy vacation
sexy vacation
Iâd move away but I know some day youâll be famous
I wish I was a 19th century shepherd named Patrick, James, or Seamus
Yeah, Iâd write you off but youâre good for too much material
I wish I could eat my words but I can barely keep down my cereal
Iâd just start over but you know weâre not getting any younger
whatâs the matter has the mean old cat got your tongue girl
I destroy my radio when it plays your favorite song
but the melody lingers on and on
about the life of strife and trials and tribulations
I wish I could pretend it nothing but a
sexy vacation
Nothing but a sexy vacation
sexy vacation
I remember the laughter and the fun
but I knew I was under the gun
You always had me in your sights
even when we turned out the lights
and the road to hell is surely paved with heavenly delights
this life is rife with strife and trials and tribulations
I wish I could pretend it was
nothing but a sexy vacation after all
nothing but a sexy vacation after all
nothing but a sexy vacation after all
nothing but a sexy vacation after all