Lyrics:
He likes to play an electric guitarHe does sing, but not in a choirHe thinks he's cool with his 19 tiresGot the looks but he's playing with fireAlways comes back like a boomerang back to meThe words of a liar do hurt like breaking a kneeSober feels out of controlEvenings are high, morning are lowWHe can't accept that he's getting thirtyHe's oh so slow, never in a hurry He serves desire with hurt as a potion to meWhenever he's gone he reinvents the word free