Coming up in the radio silence happened to hear, how you´ve done nothing this year But the same old boyfriend
At the ball game look at that tall thing up and then down, what a heavenly sound
As you cuss him out
Keep it up as if I would ever have a place for you, kickin´ round in my room Hold my hand as if I would ever let you be my man, catch on up if you can Leave you beaming with every second just a walk away, fuckin´ up a Thursday
When I was looking at you I never saw another thing that I could need Pictured all the fakes I´d have to be Heavens up and go
When I was looking at you one morning I was on the fence to make a run Fixed on all the things that made you fun That´ve now grown old
Evened up before selling it While away I´m too shackled up to say I´m a damn fool
Keep it up as if I would ever have a place for you, kickin´ round in my room Hold my hand as if I would ever let you be my man, catch on up if you can Leave you beaming with every second just a walk away, fuckin´ up a Thursday