Holy cow! i think i've got one here
now just what am i supposed 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 shaking at your touch
i like you way too much
my baby, i'm afraid i'm falling for you
'n i'd do about 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 gotta go turn in my rock star card
and get fat and old with you
'cuz i'm a burning a candle you're a gentle month
teaching me to lick a little bit kinder
and i 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 the 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 too
i'm ready, let's do it baby