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