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
