There's nothing like a little guilt to make you feel like you want to cry There's nothing like a little guilt to make you feel like you want to Feel
I can't write another song about you Another story of love gone wrong No, I can't write I'd rather die than write another verse concerning you Can
Stop this teenage movie we've been in Stop this teenage movie, you dig? I'm ready to roll the end credits Ready for the curtain call End credits
I hear you know about a special place And that you're sailing sometime soon Ponce de Leon, I'm getting old Take me with you, I could use that fountain
You've got a nasty reputation But mine might just be worse than yours You're a five-alarm fire You're a deadly tropical storm You're a no cure virus
What's the matter with the clothes I'm wearing? "Can't you tell that your tie's too wide?" Maybe I should buy some old tab collars? "Welcome back
Word on the street says Your second record's dead and You're not doing very well Can't say that I'm depressed Still I could never guess Just how
Don't bother me with your customs cards I got nothing from abroad No romance, no precious stones No sexy stories to take home I went to Cairo I
You are the stranger It's up to you Make a decision Oh, what are you gonna do? Don't you ever get mad? Are you gonna toss your youth? Don't you
Long time no see Can't wait to hear what you want from me Oh, could it be time to admit That you have been in love with me since we were six? That
You remind me of a couple girls I used to know That I used to be involved with Thanks a lot, what a compliment Wait, I know that sounds a little bad
