The surface tension mounts, I'm drawn without a trace
A paper tiger in a story about face
What's the time and again
When I lay down the lawn I'm as soft as a flowerbed
We carry on our baggage weighs us down the drain
No empty promises to bring it up again
A lost causing a stir
All the paints on the palette of one less ex-connoiseur
The horses jockey and are spurred on for the win
If you want to take me out
I will be there
You can even take me home for an affair
If you want to waste my time
Then I don't care
Oooo... do you?
Oooo... do you?
The rotten underbelly buttons up his shirt
He under estimates the power of a skirt
Under the moonlights with men
She promises she won't break those promises again
A tumble dryer sense of humorless is more
When mother nature calls long distance troubadour
There's a game to be won
But I wonder if gaming the system is all or none
Without a color commentary or a score
If you want to take me out
I will be there
You can even take me home for an affair
If you want to waste my time
Then I don't care
Oooo... do you?
Oooo... do you?