<Like most nights it was dark and misty I stuck by the window of bus 60 A busload of people heading home from work Were looking out on this town's empty streets Struck by a red light We wait for a while Side by side with
Now, i just couldn't believe my eyes When out through the door stepped The king and the queen Now i'm not a friend of the monarchy system But it was so so so strange to see them To my suprise i yelled straight out Look it's the king and the queen
Now the entire bus is staring out the window The bus driver missed his green Oh it was such unusual sight Gothenburg with the king and the queen>
Straight out of bed I smashed my head On a bookshelf
Such an early hour I tripped in the shower On a bar Of soap
Having trouble with my tights I concede to make things right Such a mess
Almost choked on my toothbrush Much too much Such a mess
The night cut my finger The pain seems to linger, A bloody mess
I fall back to my face There was no sign of grace In the hallway
Swaggered up and on through trauma I just missed it goddamn-a I start working
I slipped on a leaf There's no end to this grief I keep walking
(One more day to call with warning) Nosebleeds, headbumps, broken noses bruises and cotton strings, Nosebleeds, and headbumps, and broken noses bruises and cotton strings and cuts (Pa pa paa paa pa pa)
Straight out of bed I smashed my head
Such an early hour, I slipped in the shower
The night cut my finger The pain seems to linger
(One more day to call with warning) Nosebleeds, headbumps, broken noses bruises and cotton strings, Nosebleeds, and headbumps, and broken noses bruises and cotton strings and cuts
I know I was acting a fool I remember you calling me cruel Well that was ages ago Oh how I wish I could prove I have grown
Now I'm older and wiser But I ... you being beside her I try so hard to act nicer But I can't stand you being beside her I didn't expect you to be here And now I don't know what to say I guess I'm glad you're okay
Six years without you on my mind One night to make me feel declined More than two thousand days have passed And here we are again at last I know I was the one that was leaving And you were the one that was grieving I needed something better Until I found out that you met her I didn't expect you to be here And now I don't know what to say I'm less than thrilled you're okay
Faster, louder, my love for you Bigger, bolder, my love for you There's no sense for you to make this ****** I simply hate every minute that we're apart
Taller, stronger, my love for you Whiter, brighter, my love for you There's no point for you to sound smart I simply hate every minute that we're apart
Hotter, wetter Larger, longer No no no there's no sense for you to make this ***** I simply hate every minute that we're apart
Five movie marathons Nine times that same song I'll have to get back to you I've got a thousand things to do
10 hours in the bed 4 hours on the phone What have I got to eat
1 hour in the shower 2 hours trying shoes on I ain't got time to talk I'm heading for a walk/wall
Five movie marathons Nine times that same song I'll have to get back to you I've got a thousand things to do
I write my name a hundred times I'm thinking of words that will rhyme I write my name a hundred times I'm thinking of words that will rhyme I'm staring out the window, Oh where to does the wind blow?
10 hours in the bed 4 hours on the phone And I forgot to eat
1 hour in the shower 2 hours trying shoes on I ain't got time to talk
Five movie marathons Nine times that same song I'll have to get back to you
I write your name a 100 times I'm thinking of words that will rhyme I'm staring out the window, Oh where to does the wind blow?
I'm always busy doing nothing Busy, busy doing nothing I'll have to get back to you I've got a thousand things to do I'm always busy doing nothing Nothing...nothing...
(Five movie marathons Nine times that same song I'll have to get back to you I've got a thousand things to do) x2
Five movie marathons Nine times that same song I'll have to get back to you I've got a thousand things to do
10 hours in the bed 4 hours on the phone What have I got to eat
1 hour in the shower 2 hours trying shoes on I ain't got time to talk I'm heading for a walk/wall
Five movie marathons Nine times that same song I'll have to get back to you I've got a thousand things to do
I write my name a hundred times I'm thinking of words that will rhyme I write my name a hundred times I'm thinking of words that will rhyme I'm staring out the window, Oh where to does the wind blow?
10 hours in the bed 4 hours on the phone And I forgot to eat
1 hour in the shower 2 hours trying shoes on I ain't got time to talk
Five movie marathons Nine times that same song I'll have to get back to you
I write your name a 100 times I'm thinking of words that will rhyme I'm staring out the window, Oh where to does the wind blow?
I'm always busy doing nothing Busy, busy doing nothing I'll have to get back to you I've got a thousand things to do I'm always busy doing nothing Nothing...nothing...
(Five movie marathons Nine times that same song I'll have to get back to you I've got a thousand things to do) x2
