Okay, ready?
Okay.
Okay.
I'll do it myself, here we go.
One, two, one, two.
It's gonna be one of these Fridays.
You're passing by at the Frog and Peach.
You'll see a camel head with blonde hair peeking through.
I'll joke and say, are you here for me?
Your hair's grown out since the spring.
Same guitar beat, got new strings.
Please stop changing without me.
You're going out, got new friends.
I miss the ones I'm never seeing.
So please stop changing without me.
I hate it, baby.
So won't you please stop changing?
All this small talk feels so stupid.
We haven't spoken in so long.
But you don't ask me how I'm doing.
How's your family?
How's your music?
Cause, well,
you've been listening to my songs.
Your hair's grown out since the spring.
Same guitar beat, got new strings.
So please stop changing without me.
You're going out, got new friends.
I miss the ones I'm never seeing.
So please stop changing without me.
I hate it, baby.
So won't you please stop changing?
And we'll pretend the grass is blue
when I'm not still in love with you, yeah.
You'll be mine some day, maybe.
And we'll pretend the sky is green and money really grows on trees,
yeah.
It's as simple as we make it.
Your hair's grown out since the spring.
Same guitar beat, got new strings.
Please stop changing without me.
You're going out, got new friends.
I miss the ones I'm never seeing.
So won't you please stop changing without me?
I hate it, baby.
So won't you please stop changing?