Heard pretty noises
Can you turn them down
I think that I'm dying
Do you want to go out
Because we can play some Pac-Man
Or go to the library
We could order some Pad Thai without the MSG
And they write books about this sort of thing
Yeah they write books about this sort of thing
Yeah they write books about this sort of thing
Yeah they write books about this sort of thing
Closed-captioned heartbeats
Spelled out five letters long
I think she's gone to Nashville
She don't care for my songs
And if my heart hadn't withered
Then perhaps I'd track her down
But I've got a lot to stew on
So I guess I'll hang around
And they write books about this sort of thing
Yeah they write books about this sort of thing
Yeah they write books about this sort of thing
Yeah they write books about this sort of thing