If my life had a soundtrack it would be acoustic With songs about the way I laugh At my ability to love things that I can't have If my life were a movie
I could be a better person but I choose not to I'm as selfish as a suicide and wait I take that back I didn't mean to say it quite like that Supercalifragalisticexpialadocious
Well, it's Friday night, what the fuck are we doing here? If I didn't have this song stuck in my head I'm sure my thoughts would be a little more clear
Bottom lips and fingertips Two twenty something kids getting acquainted In a dim lit room at the bottom of the stairs Forget first names and old birthdays
Are you sure that's what you want to say? Think back, relax and get back to me This is not your everyday reaction More like a two-time, forgettable, satisfaction
One, two, one, two, three Well, how about that, it's a matter of fact The life you've got is all you'll get And you do your best not to fuck it up too
I like Saturdays and the rocket summer Blue skies and the morning's air Oh oh, oh oh I like you, you like me There's something wrong with this picture
Hey, I think you're cute Would you like to be my new best friend? We can talk for hours or just lay in bed You're just the kind of kid I could grow old
Fuck love, I'm gonna keep my day job Celebrate the life that I've already got With a bottle of something That'll make this day less relevant Fuck life
It's February and I just want April To take my hand and pick me up again Yeah, I'm numb but it's really not that bad Live life 'til you get it wrong Take
Well, if I'm Frank Sinatra you're Audrey Hepburn I like to sing and you like the movies Life it's not a photograph, you gotta keep moving Frames are for
One, two, three, four You told me 32 ways to make you smile I did 31 within the first hour You stood amazed in your delighted shoes Bewildered but willing
Hello, how are you? I'm pretty sure we should be best friends I'll walk you to school And tell you, you look pretty each new day We'll learn about philosophy
i like saturdays and the rocket summer. blue skies and the morning's air. i like you, you like me. there's something wrong with this picture. let's turn
you told me 32 ways. to make you smile. i did 31 within the first hour. you stood amazed. in your delighted shoes. bewildered but willing. didn't know
Fuck love, I'm gonna keep my day job Celebrate the life that I've already got WIth a bottle of something that'll make this day less relevant Fuck life
You said the sun's too bright So reached up and tore that bastard from the sky You said the moon doesn't make sense So grabbed it tight and drowned it
Well it's Friday night.?What the fuck are we doing here??If i didn't have this song stuck in my head.?I'm sure my thoughts would be a little more clear
