I think you're real groovy, baby You think I am dumb and lazy Maybe I will show you how well I can write a song That's how the guys all get the ladies Don’t they? Or does it work the other way? Maybe I should just find better things to say
I do what I have to I do it to have you
Here's a game that we can play Where we try to find Single solid reason why I’ve gone and lost my mind Hey, how bout this way? I drank the kool-aid I thought that it would make me cool enough for your taste Or less of a fool enough to say: No, thanks
But I do what I have to I do it to have you
My infatuation's fading Chemically more sound Pulse is slowing, vision clearing I'm getting it now Then I somehow make you smile And it's like I won a prize at the carnival Red lights flashing, head back in the clouds
