let's start this off presuming its been done better a thousand times before by better actors, perfect bodies, sharper wits, and all that lets study every rhyme, every brushstroke for a glimpse of meaning stretch these clumsy metaphors to sing stop wasting my time you know you're perfect i know you're perfect for me so get on now surely
we've got better things to do than to sit here arguing 'bout who'll make the first move how come you never let me down how could you never let me down and maybe i was right after all but i appreciate the second chance the angry teenage truth is that everything is moot and the best song's always the one you're singing