Come pick me up in the morning, I know you probably thought about it too
Otherwise I'll never leave my oven, my arms & legs they will grow soft with you
Come pick me up in the morning, and we can find a hole to crawl into
We're still pretending to be light-weights
My arms and legs would grow soft, oooh ooh ooh
Behind his smile is nothing, long hair's a signal to the wandering eye
Anytime I'll leave my coffin gladly
My arms and legs they would grow soft and die
Someone broke into my heart or beat it into my head
Several hours to drive home or fall alseep instead
So think it over, just think it over don't let me down
So think it over, just think it over I'll be around