I like the way That you come Running up to me It sort of reminds me Of black and white movies And I will put A white dress on And by the window wait For my Marlon Brando To come Crashing through the gate Sometimes I talk on the phone Until my ears are numb My friends All say it's because I can't face anyone
But I know I'm just passing time I know I'm just passing time
I saw you Walking downtown To the video store I saw you With another girl I'm sure She was a whore And so she means Nothing to you And thus nothing to me Excuse me while I get drunk From watching Too much bad TV I'm sitting here And I'm waiting For your mouth to open up And start overflowing Just like Jesus' cup