My jeans they've got some tears
Mom says to be more careful
Those jeans were not prepared
We fell and scraped out elbows

Sports teams, dad wished I cared
I picked flowers and counted petals
Four leaves, think you could share?
Some luck would be so helpful

Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm

Let's mutilate our brains
Spend nights getting a fixin'
Sex scenes and video games
I don't really know that position

Grands don't improve migraines
But love comes without conditions
My crush recalled my name
Believe that someone listens

Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm
Candles get blown away
The appetite's expanding
It's still no piece of cake
Times not so good in standing

Hold you and kiss your face
I will not let you worry
Now all those bills are paid
Don't grow up in a hurry