Are you sick of me?
Would you like to be?
I'm trying to tell you something
Something that I already said
You like a pretty boy
With a pretty voice
Who's trying to sell you something
Something that you already have
But if you're too drunk to drive And the music is right
She might let you stay,
but just for the night
And if she grabs her ear and
drives you along
She might want a kiss before the end of the song Because love
can burn like a cigarette
And we know nothing
And we know nothing
While the others talked
We were listening to lovers talk
In her bedroom
In her bedroom
And if you start to kiss And the record skips
Flip it over
And sit a little closer
But if you're too drunk to drive And the music is right
She might let you stay,
but just for the night
And if she grabs your hair and drives you along
She might want a kiss before the end of the song If there's love,
better like a cigarette
And we go nothing
And we go nothing
Now, 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 the
right thing to do
To live in a world where love is necessary
And we owe nothing
And we owe nothing