lsob

He's a lucky son of a bitch He doesn't know what he has He doesn't know what to do with it She's pretty light on her feet She's always running around She's always running away from me Come back and tell me what to do I'm rubber, he's glue He can't touch me and I can't touch you So tell me what to do Crawl to your house just to stand outside And stare at your life like it was mine Your body is so fine I just can't tear away my wandering eyes And you catch me sometimes I still can't tell if love it blind to it So tell me what to do Come back and tell me what to do Crawl to your house just to stand outside And stare at your life like it was mine Come back and tell me what to do Come back and tell me what to do Come back and tell me what to do Come back and tell me what to do I'm happy for you but not genuinely You got what I wanted I wish it was me And you don't have to say it I already see that I fucked up I fumbled it out of my league And it probably worked out better for you Yeah to tell you the truth it's probably better for me too Cause I always want what I lose and I always do