I can't contain the motion Get it out of my mind I can bend the rules with primitive tools and stutters I feel right at home beside the wood shed Give as good as I do get And I heart the part when you play the concerned friend When will it end?
Unfortunately none of us will get away spared From the never-ending night life that we shared I cannot even do one sit-up Sit-ups are so bourgeoisie I'm busy hanging out and spending your money What does it mean? I want to be there.
