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 for you

I wrote a song for 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 for you

I wrote a song for you

I wrote a song for you

I wrote a song for you

I wrote a song for you

I wrote a song for you

I wrote a song for you

I wrote a song for you