Les boys got leather straps
Les boys got SS caps
But they got no gun now
Get dressed up get a little risqué
Got to do a little S&M these days
It's all in fun now
I don’t write songs about girls anymore
I have to write songs about women
No more boy meets girl-boy loses girl
More like guy tries to figure out what the hell went wrong,
I’m an adult now...
It's better to lose a few beans from your bag
than to have no bag for your beans
I don't even know who I'm singing this to
but I know it's kind of strange,
I've got a very clear picture in my head
but I feel like I'm painting in the rain
I'm out, I'm out in bushes
Playing, playing with plastics
Birdbrain, they say I'm a birdbrain
If I am then can I just fly away
Shoe straps and eyelashes washing my brain
Twenty-five years are just washed down the drain
You know, baby
When I was taking my pantyhose out of their egg this evening
I thought: "I'm going to find that man that is the right shade of bottle tan
A man that smells like cocoa butter and cash"
Take me anyway you like it
In front of the fireplace
In front of your yacht
In front of my parents
I don't give a damn, baby, just take me