Young, young dumb and broke Yadadadadadadada Young dumb broke high school kids Yadadadadadada But we still got love to give While we're young dumb I'm so high at the moment I'm so caught up in this

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses? You been out ridin' fences for so long now Oh, you're a hard one But I know that you got your reasons These things that are pleasin' you Can hurt you somehow Don't you draw the Queen of Diamonds, boy She'll

Who do you think you are? Wide awake and falling on your faith You've got an evil wicked way Of saying I love you, I'd love to Tear away from everything you are You've got an evil wicked way about you, I hate you! Who do you think you are? (so cold) I

I've got a sad and lonely view Of a melancholy moon My pillow smells like your perfume In my blue bedroom From my blue bedroom Missing you in my blue bedroom Woke up this morning with day old coffee Smoked what was left of your cigarette Sit by the phone

(I got you) (I got you, and I love it) (Yeah, I got you) Well, you think you are the one Who got me, boy No, I got you I've been playing with you Like a little toy

Hit me clown because I'm not from your town, now hit me clown Clown you ain't shit, turn around got your face split Just too fucking little I'm just a fucking mental Throw your hate at me with all your might. Think hard. A tattooed body to hide who you

What are we doin' love What are we gonna tell all our friends You don't have to like someone to love someone That rule was made to be broken But if we have to say goodbye to a life we've gotten used to We're like summer and winter We're not one bit alike

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses? You been out ridin' fences for so long now Oh, you're a hard one But I know that you got your reasons These things that are pleasin' you Can hurt you somehow Don't you draw the Queen of Diamonds, boy She'll

You're living in a fantasy world I got a message I can’t read, I got a message I can’t read Another message I can’t read I've lost my way Lundy, Fastnet, Irish Sea I got a message I can’t read Being the first in the Irish Sea I got a message I can't read

Cold wind blowing over your private parts I know a lack you've got and it makes a strong case for art billboard breasts, they Don't have a face, I know that fact you've got, no girl could ever trace lionized, smoking just a little too violently I know