she said i'd really like to but i got a lot to think and write about why don't you go
back home and i'll stop by tomorrow she said you know i'd really like to but i've got
so much to think and write about why don't you go back home and i'll stop by
tomorrow and we'll clean your room pretend you're here pretend you're here take
you to the corner i'll take you out for drinks i'll take you to my room and you can
take on me i have got it figured out hold on one second i have got it figured out
wish i was riding bikes with you i've sat down in the middle of this mess i've
made of letters and clothes wish i was anywhere with you i've sat down in the
middle of this mess i've made of letters and if you were here pretend you are not