Sounds are cutoff short they make up rhythms
And pixelated many pixel food
Well I thought I found a way to lay the joystick down
A girl with eyes the color of pea soup
And there's a flame there's a spark
But she beat my high score
So say goodbye there's the door
I can't see you anymore
And there's a flame there's a spark
But she beat my high score
So say goodbye there's the door
I can't see you anymore
Nah nah nah nah, [Incomprehensible]
Besides she lost her cloak just yesterday
The dry cleaners must have mixed
The tickets up and so she got some guys
Leather three piece suit instead
And there's a flame there's a spark
But she beat my high score
So say goodbye there's the door
I can't see you anymore
And there's a flame there's a spark
But she beat my high score
So say goodbye there's the door
I can't see you anymore