Situation number one, it's the one that's just begun But evidently it's too late Situation number two, it's the only chance for you It's controlled by denizens of hate Situation number three, it's the one that no one sees Is all too often dismissed as

F-R-I-E-N-D-S Want me to spell it out for you? Ooh ooh, ooh ooh You can't be reasoned with, I'm done being polite I've told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times Haven't I made it obvious? Don't mess it up, talking that shit Only gonna push

I might be the one, girl Ooh ooh ooh baby I just wanna be with you-ooh-ooh I don’t care if nobody approve-ooh-ooves Tell me what I got to do to prove tonight That you’re so so beautiful (One, two, three, four) Look around, you should be Should be

Like a little black dress Stuck on a little hot mess (little hot mess) Dear gravity, you held me down in this starless city Oh, three, two, one Oh, baby you're a classic You're a faded moon And oh, baby you're a classic

For a boy in Fiddler's Green Oh nothing's changed anyway One, two, three, four, one, two September seventeen For a girl I know it's Mother's Day Her son has gone alee And that's where he will stay Wind on the weathervane Tearing blue eyes sailor-mean

It's what you feel now Dead from the neck up We thought you had it in you But no, no, no What you ought to One two three four Wakey wakey Rise and shine It's on again, off again, on again

Take that moon or break it 'cross the sea Is one moon enough? Everything I want is just out of reach And my moon If I can see With my cheap telescope That my neighbor has two or three Down soon enough What does it mean?

Ashes, ashes, time to go down Ooh, honey do you want me now? Can't take it anymore, need to put you to bed Sing you a lullaby where you die at the end One, two, Melatonin is coming for you Three, four, baby, won't you lock the door? Five, six, I'm done

Till the end of time Oh yes, we'll keep on trying We'll just keep on trying One two three four While the sun hangs in the sky and the desert has sand While the waves crash in the sea and meet the land While there's a wind and the stars and the rainbow

When it comes to cutting ties, girl, I'm like a pro, whoa, whoa I tell you what you wanna know, oh, whoa You're prolly better on your own, oh, no Runnin' through my weed, yeah One, two, been thinking long and hard this morning Three, four, it's hard to