I had this buzzing dense headache

A thousand miles toward LA

Well, I don't know (eh, eh-eh, eh-eh)

I get my fill (eh, eh-eh, eh-eh)

Rode to a cat scan in the car

Of a gynecologist to the stars

We'll guess the rest (eh, eh-eh, eh-eh)

It's second best (eh, eh-eh, eh-eh)

I don't wanna be critical, I'm overjoyed

And everyone's my friend

It makes it easier to get off on my love

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

You ever try to make it last?

The night, the future and the past

And do no wrong (eh, eh-eh, eh-eh)

And get along (eh, eh-eh, eh-eh)

I don't wanna be critical, I'm overjoyed

And everyone's my friend

It makes it easier to get off on my love

I don't wanna be self-assured, it's overdone

My bird, my plants, my friends

It makes it easier to get off on my

Make it easier to say

That we'll get to the other side

Of our will, of our way

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

I don't wanna be critical, I'm overjoyed

And everyone's my friend

It makes it easier to get off on my love

I don't wanna be self-destroyed, I'm halfway through

And ever 'til the end

It makes it easier to get off on my love