I know you go to food and you fancy a zip codeThat you got two brothers and you're in the middleI know I made you smile as a child and that you never ate your picklesWish the deeper things were just that simpleCause you go quiet or make dumb jokesIn the hearts that you can't help but go so coldBut I insist, let me inIf you're gonna be with me, move out from the citySo love me in your sixties, my looks won't keep us busy no moreYou gotta drop the pretty, hit me with the nitty grittyI won't love you any less, come get it off your chestJust hit me with the nitty gritty, nitty grittyNitty gritty, nitty grittyThere's no red flag I'ma find too scaryThere'll be no baggage I won't help you carryI'll be your designated driver, yeah I'll take you home if you just let meCause if we split the weight, it's not as heavyDon't go quiet, no more jokesThere's no hearts that I just want to get to know, yeahI insist, let me inIf you're gonna be with me, move out from the citySo love me in your sixties, my looks won't keep us busy no moreYou gotta drop the pretty, hit me with the nitty grittyI won't love you any less, come get it off your chestJust hit me with the nitty gritty, nitty grittyNitty gritty, nitty grittyHit me with the traumas, how you scared of being lonelyHit me with the bad parts, wrong you tried for them, come hold meTell me about your crisis, no more secrets, no surprises anymoreIf you walk through this door, you can't be with meMove out from the city, so love me in your sixtiesMy looks won't keep us busy no moreBoy I know you're pretty, but hit me with the nitty grittyI won't love you any less, come get it off your chestAnd hit me with the nitty gritty, nitty grittyNitty gritty, nitty gritty