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, [bad word] about old goats like me
Hanging around 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
And I'd do about anything to get the [bad word] out alive
Or maybe I would rather settle down with you

Holy moly, baby, wouldn't you know it?
Just as I was busting loose
I gotta go turn in my rock star card
And get fat and old with you
Cos I'm a burning a candle you're a gentle moth
Teaching me to lick a little bit kinder
And I do like you - you're the lucky one
No, I'm the lucky 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
And I'd do about anything to get the [bad word] out alive
Or maybe I would rather settle down with you

Holy sweet [bad word]  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 [bad word] What could you possibly see in little ol' 3 chord me?
But it's [bad word] - you like me, I like you too
I'm ready, let's do it baby

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
And I'd do about anything to get the [bad word] out alive
Or maybe I would rather settle down with you