Are you sick of me?Would you like to be?I'm trying to tell you somethingSomething that I already saidYou like a pretty boyWith a pretty voiceWho's trying to sell you somethingSomething that you already haveBut if you're too drunk to drive And the music is rightShe might let you stay,but just for the nightAnd if she grabs her ear anddrives you alongShe might want a kiss before the end of the song Because lovecan burn like a cigaretteAnd we know nothingAnd we know nothingWhile the others talkedWe were listening to lovers talkIn her bedroomIn her bedroomAnd if you start to kiss And the record skipsFlip it overAnd sit a little closerBut if you're too drunk to drive And the music is rightShe might let you stay,but just for the nightAnd if she grabs your hair and drives you alongShe might want a kiss before the end of the song If there's love,better like a cigaretteAnd we go nothingAnd we go nothingNow, how many men have you kissed?Very few.Would you offer to kiss me?Fine.Such a foolish reason, I'm afraid.I don't want to kiss you.It's theright thing to doTo live in a world where love is necessaryAnd we owe nothingAnd we owe nothing