Shall I orbit the sun, for another year

While Mr. Leonard Cohen gently paints upon the canvas in my ear

I look up at the sky, the moon is watching

I ask him what is love and I feel so vulnerable when I say

Ignore what I say, I'm thinking out loud, my Jameson

Is running out, what are these aliens we call affection and attraction

I hear the moon say

Your baby she knows that you need to much

Of her approval and she's lady like

So she knows you'll run away with the first chance you get she knows

You've been the same for too many nights

She keeps on catching you staring at the panty-lines

I know she thinks you're the devil but you're petrified

That she really might just let you in with your vices

She really might, she really might

It's abusing confusing a terrible hangover

What am I to do when my sheets are made and I am sober

Lonesome Sundays always get the best of me like that Kristofferson Melody I'm all alone

And man I hope that somebody might be listening when I say

Ignore what I say, I'm thinking out loud, my Jameson

Is running out, what are these aliens we call affection and attraction

Your baby she knows that you need to much, of her approval and she's lady like

So she knows you'll run away with the first chance you get she knows

You've been the same for too many nights, she keeps on catching you staring at the panty lines

I know she thinks you're the devil but you're petrified that she really might just let you in with your vices

She really might, she really might