| Holy cow, | |
| I think I've got one here | |
| Now just what am | |
| I s'posed 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 shakin' at your touch, | |
| I like you way too much | |
| My baby I'm afraid | |
| I'm falling for you | |
| I'd do 'bout 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've gotta go turn in my rock star card and get fat and old with you' | |
| Cuz I'm a burning candle, you're a gentle moth | |
| Teaching me to look a little bit kinder and | |
| I do like you | |
| You're the lucky one, no, | |
| I'm the lucky one | |
| I'm shakin' at your touch, | |
| I like you way too much | |
| My baby I'm afraid | |
| I'm falling for you | |
| I'd do 'bout anything to get the hell out alive | |
| Or maybe I would rather settle down with you, oh | |
| Holy sweeps, goddamn, you left your cello in the basement | |
| I admired the glowing 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 I do like you and you like me too! | |
| I'm ready, let's do it baby | |
| I'm shakin' at your touch, | |
| I like you way too much | |
| My baby I'm afraid | |
| I'm falling for you | |
| I'd do 'bout anything to get the hell out alive | |
| Or maybe I would rather settle down with you | |
| Down with you |