I've got a lot of living to do
And it can be hard to know where to start.
I haven't seen your new hairdo yet,
But I'm sure that it will break my heart.
All I wanted was to hold you,
But you won't tell me how.
Tenderness is what I feel for you,
But that's not what you need right now.
The irony of cheesy love songs
Is they can't melt the hearts that they're aimed at,
And I've yet to read any dusty volume
Or study that might help to explain that.
I live my life as a punk at a time
When punks are no longer chique,
But inside I'm just a sappy old fool
With a beat-up guitar and knees that go weak.
I can't even write a song for you--
I didn't bring my guitar here with me.
And it's not right to write about a singer
When I don't have an ear for melody.
So please forgive my transgression
And this inappropriate epithet:
You're so damn beautiful that it makes me angry,
And don't want you ever to forget...
