I don't want to spend the rest of my life

starin' at a man, Looking down a line

what's he say? "Not my style"

Just a stylized version of an obsolete file

I don't want to spend the rest of my time

lookin' for the words I'm never going to find

You read them in a book and apply them to your life

but how can I be as pretty as she writes?

I know I'm all right. Because

the needle can't burn what the needle can't find

She don't want to spend the rest of her heart

waste it on a job, and never get a start

Part of her says she should be herself

and part of her says she should be with someone else

I don't want to spend the rest of my life

looking for a girl I'm never gonna find.

Starin' back at me when I come home at night

but how can she be as pretty as I write?

It will be hard, but I know I'm all right,

because the needle can't burn

what the needle can't find

And the money won't save what the money can't buy

And part of me is safe

And part of me is lies

So be mine tonight.