Bop bop Care about the moonlight and holding you tight and asking my questions Everyone loves a situation
Long walks on the beach The press will impeach Lately I'm finding I am the book and you are the binding
I guess they'll read everything about you Though the press might shoot me down I'm still true I sell my book for free. That's what you do to me
Oh, you are my family tree Be good to me Take care of me
Bop bop There's hotels in the sea Trash in the sky The net-dustry's growing Stick to love songs kid, that's all you're knowing
They push you away or tie you up It don't really matter But if your head is up you won't get much sadder
But who am I to preach a word or two when I can't lift my own head without you? If my mental state kept you from coming around I hope the world would shoot me down for losing you A broken branch I'd be if you weren't grown to me
Oh, you are my family tree Be good to me Be good to me Be good to me Take care of me
