Let’s get in trouble for the sake of getting in trouble
I could tell by her limp that she’s happy to have it
Bad, though that’s probably wishful thinking.
So let’s just cross our fingers and hope my
Conscience lets me go.
I’ve been thinking on and on
About it, what we’d hear inside your car or what
I’d say inside your ear, and oh god oh god how
I’d say it!
Do you think that the city spells its name?
Do you wonder if it ever dots its i’s?
If we look hard enough, we could see it if we
And she has eyes that screams sentimental
And she had eyes that screams sentimental