I sat outside my front window...this story's going somewhere: "He's well hung," and I am hanging up. Well there's a song on the radio that says: "Let's get this party started." So let's get this party started.
What you do on your own time's just fine My imagination's much worse, I just never want to know And what meant the world had folded like legs and fingers holding onto what Escapes me, What he has: a better kiss that never lasts
You said, between your smiles and regrets: "Don't say it's over." Dead and gone. Dead and gone.
Calm before the storm set it off And the sun burned out tonight A Reception less than warm set it off And the sun burnt out tonight
The next time the phone can wring my neck, it gets no answer And the time that I've spent telling it in my roots, I'm shaking in my boots But still he looks at me like an old friend I betrayed The dark side of the doormat is the one your shoes have frayed
What you do on your own time's just fine My imagination's much worse, I just never want to know What meant the world imploded, inflated then demoted all my oxygen To product gas and suffocated my last chance
You said, between your smiles and regrets "Don't say it's over" Dead and gone, dead and gone
Calm before the storm set it off And the sun burned out tonight A Reception less than warm set it off And the sun burnt out tonight
Whoo!
Calm before the storm set it off And the sun burned out tonight Reception less than warm set it off And the sun burned out tonight, tonight Sun burned out The sun burned out tonight The sun burned out tonight