Girl your face is a mess there's a wrong-kinda-wrinkle and it makes you look ugly too such a shame pretty girl like you and oo yet another wasted afternoon, tryin to figure out what it all could come to, what it all could do to you then you spend all of your energy and all of your brain capacity to justify your mopin' to the rest of us what a waste of a perfectly grand saturday mood and we ain't buying all that lyin we prefer livin instead of you know what i mean, oh you know what i mean
And oh what a hell of a narrow scale did you forget your blinders when you met me i bet you'd like to be all free and oo-po-do-dop-pop-pop-pop-pop-poo that is not how you want to go, you gotta have the chance to feel oh how it feels
And would you tell your newborn baby, that he don't have a chance, and that the world is a fucked-up place, and it's all too late, just cause you're envious o-oh and why make it anymore messier than it already is now leave me out of it, oh i don't wanna be a part of you're circle of the self piteous now what-if for breakfast and why-not for lunch oh all this silliness because some neighbor had a hunch and it seems you just believe almost anything darlin'
And oh what a hell of a narrow scale...
And oh i ain't trying to steal away anybody's right to cry away the pain all i'm saying is you should try and get over it sooner or later you'll start looking for a change anyway