Suburbia, born Wake up every morning Day dreamin´ bout a foreign
He was born into some fortune, more American than Gordon His views kinda different from my outlook that´s why he´s gorgeous Your parents hate me though, think I like that shit, yeah I like the thrill of it, yeah I´m so imperfect, it´s wack I´m so aware of the fact That I´ll never in this lifetime get the chance to be with you A perfect soul A perfect hand to hold Imperfect lonely roads Pass the controller Let the TV roam, yuh While my hands is on ya Football pads is on ya
Ya let me take ´em off ya Just to... get closer To you