Holy cow! I think I’ve got one here
Now just what am I s’posed to do?
I’ve got a number of irrational fears
That I’d like to share with you
First, there’s rules about old goats like me
Hangin’ ’round with chicks like you -but i do like you-
And another one: you say “like” too much
But I’m shakin’ at your touch
I like you way too much
My baby I’m afraid I’m falling for you
‘n I’d do ’bout anything to get the hell out alive
or maybe I would rather settle down with you
Holy moly, baby wouldn’t you know it?
Just as I was bustin’ loose
I’ve gotta go turn in my rock star card
and get fat and old with you
‘cuz I’m a burning candle you’re a gentle moth
teaching me to lick a little bit kinder
and Ii do like you – you’re the lucky one
No! I’m the lucky one
Holy Sweet goddamn! You left your cello in the basement
I admired the glowing stars and tried to play a tune
I can’t believe how bad I suck, it’s true
What could you possibly see in little ol’ 3-chord me?
But it’s true – you like me, I like you
I’m ready, let’s do it baby