It's half past three you're coming home
You smell like books and shaving foam
I owe ya
And you owe me
I wonder if you tell the truth
About the boys you see at school
I owe ya
And you own me
Oh want to... oh baby
Oh wanna telephone ya... oh baby
Oh jerks who wear black leather... oh baby
I pull you apart just to put you together... oh baby
Five seconds after
You pull yourself from off my bed
I owe ya
And you owe me
Your face is like a bag of nails
A garbage pail of tangled hair
I owe ya
And you owe me
One
Two
Three
Phwoar