Lyrics:

You moved in when you're seven out of the blower
Now you're here
Yeah, I've been slowly walked my way in
If you get on Brianna, we're even

People think that I'm high class
But I'm low down all the while
People think that I'm crazy
When I flash that California smile
But I can still paint the town
All the color of your evening gown
While I'm waiting for your blond hair
To turn grey
People say you're a drinker
But I get sober half the time
People say you're a loser
But I get lucky on the side
Bet you do
But I can still paint the town
All the colors of your evening gown
While I'm waiting for your blond hair
To turn grey

All my life I've waited for
Someone who would show where the bliss is
All my life I've waited for
Someone who would take me past the kissing

People say I'm a loner, hmm-mm
I like to get lost in the crowds (done we are)
Oh, people say I'm a dresser (they're pretty sure)
I wear my sports clothes way out loud (way out loud)
Yeah, I could still (well, I could still) paint the town (town)
And I can shake it (shake it) and turn it upside down
While I'm waiting (waiting) for your blond hair (for your blond hair)
To turn grey
While I keep waiting (waiting) for your blond hair
To turn grey
I'll keep waiting (I'm waiting) for your blond hair
To turn grey
It will drown for it, baby (hmm, that's right)
I did it wrong