One late night you’re coursing through pages, refreshed with nothing to do
Except to stare at deadened eyes that would never take chance to look at you
But they don’t want in your life
They just want to say goodbye
As soon as you give them what they need: a crack-shot at validity

‘Cause you’re ten and I’m a five, but
Your smile has knocked me on my bum
So what if that’s average? Everyone says I’m quite the catch and
I can see, that you’re really digging me
So, I’ll keep on stroking what you present until there’s nothing left
Yeah