Oh sweet nothing
Set to the skies overhead
A rebel with a song playing, the hips moving
Hurry to get it all down, but right now there's no immediate threat, so
Ring a bell and make the kids across the street forget their skateboard woes for awhile, and I'll sit here ***** with flip flops on my feet
The traffic rolling by every five minutes
The shining leaves
Oh sweet nothing, you're being ****** good to me