HE LIKES TO PLAY AN ELECTRIC GUITAR
HE DOES SING, BUT NOT IN A CHOIR
HE THINKS HE"S COOL WITH HIS 19' TIRES
GOT THE LOOKS BUT HE"S PLAYING WITH FIRE
ALWAYS COMES BACK LIKE A BOOMERANG BACK TO ME
THE WORDS OF A LIAR DO HURT LIKE BREAKING A KNEE
SOBER FEELS OUT OF CONTROL
EVENINGS ARE HIGH, MORNINGS ARE LOW
HE CAN"T ACCEPT THAT HE"S GETTING THIRTY
HE"S OH SO SLOW, NEVER IN A HURRY
HE SERVES DESIRE WITH HURT AS A POTION TO ME
WHENEVER HE"S GONE HE REINVENTS THE WORD FREE
HE DOES SING, BUT NOT IN A CHOIR
HE THINKS HE"S COOL WITH HIS 19' TIRES
GOT THE LOOKS BUT HE"S PLAYING WITH FIRE
ALWAYS COMES BACK LIKE A BOOMERANG BACK TO ME
THE WORDS OF A LIAR DO HURT LIKE BREAKING A KNEE
SOBER FEELS OUT OF CONTROL
EVENINGS ARE HIGH, MORNINGS ARE LOW
HE CAN"T ACCEPT THAT HE"S GETTING THIRTY
HE"S OH SO SLOW, NEVER IN A HURRY
HE SERVES DESIRE WITH HURT AS A POTION TO ME
WHENEVER HE"S GONE HE REINVENTS THE WORD FREE