Oh, my god
Your silver teeth
Your lemon leaf and
Cold suburban eyes
There you stand
At the register picking up your tush
And laying it on my big red head
You've got me locked
'Cause you know what I like
You've got me locked
'Cause you know what I like
Listen
How long could it be to make a change?
When everyone how-how, is on the fence, and listening
I wanna save that for another day
I am not sentimental
I am not sentimental
I wanna save that for another day
I am not sentimental
I am not sentimental
I wanna save that for another day
I am not sentimental
I am not sentimental
I wanna save that for another day
I am not sentimental
I am not sentimental
Mama, you're not here
No one's here, no more
I will not wipe your tears
