Today you say you’re willing to make any sacrifice
Tommorow resent me for making such “stubborn demands”
You’ve changed, a little, I guess, I do agree the  is nice
You bust on the scene and suddenly I’m changing my plans

Lucky for me before we set the stakes
You go on making familiar mistakes
And everytime I get you back
And get my face in your big rack
It’s the same old [bad word] and away we go
But now I know
That I would rather live in the middle of nowhere, patheticly [bad word] Thinking of you, then actually being with you

Girl I can’t begin to understand
All your expectations for a man
But if you want a quiverring bowl of jello, baby say hello
To somebody else and say goodbye to me