But I'm a man of the woods, it's my pride I brag about you to anyone outside I'm sorry baby, you know I tried I hear the making up's fun But then your hands talking, fingers walking, down your legs Say "Where's the faucet?" Someone's knocking like they

Either way, eat your words, it's our time we deserve, oh to have a good time Take me, far away, anywhere As long as it's fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun I wanna go! Hey, maybe all probably takes it's toll? Hey, but didn't I make honor roll? The school

Is on their feet Get a little crazy and forget what happens later We made it through the week Now we're headed to the street It's Monday and I hear you when you said that you hate that day Me too but there's nothing much about we can do

I hope you don't mind I hope you don't mind that I put down in words And you can tell everybody this is your song It may be quite simple, but now that it's done How wonderful life is, now you're in the world It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside

Come some more into my sight If you're dealing war, backwards stay far We're dealing with truths and rights Yeah, in London talkin' to Rhetorik 'bout my life and shit I thought the album was finished but I keep writing shit It's kind of funny how life

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah I will not let you go So come on love(come on, come on, come all and go) If you could see me whoever I am, it's not like a movie but it's not all skin and bones How you lost your mind and your wrist got bruised And you wanted

But on a Wednesday in a cafe I watched it begin again I think it's strange that you think I'm funny 'cause he never did I've been spending the last eight months Thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end Took a deep breath in the mirror He

But on a Wednesday in a cafe I watched it begin again I think it's strange that you think I'm funny 'cause he never did I've been spending the last eight months Thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end Took a deep breath in the mirror He

What is this thing called love? This funny thing called love Just who can solve its mystery? And why should it make a fool of me? I saw you there, one wonderful day But you took my heart and you threw my heart away That's why I ask the Lord up in heaven

What is this thing called love? This funny thing called love Just who can solve its mystery? And why should it make a fool of me? I saw you there, one wonderful day But you took my heart and you threw my heart away That's why I ask the Lord up in heaven