Warm like June
Sweet like Caroline
And still like leaves
Dying on the vine
When the same blank stare
Hurts more than it should
And it hurts when you move
Do you have to be so good?
Do you? Do you? Do you?
Do you?
I do, I do, I do
I do
And a schoolboy's charm
Is saying what he means
And it does no harm
And unravels at the seams
And the golden tine
Is twisting in your back
And it hurts when you move
Do you want to be like that?
Do you? Do you? Do you?
Do you?
I do, I do, I do
I do