There are days when it's so hard to find a reason
to wake up,
let alone get out of bed.
Who cares what you do with your life,
your soul or your sense of dignity?
Who cares that the well's run dry when it's an open bar?
And who cares how I feel when I see you out of the corner of my eye?
Don't know where the butterflies come from
but they're going out to you.
I'll fill the well,
whatever I need to do.
Just for a chance at summer romance
with a true tease.
A teaser that pleases my pleasure bone
'till I'm on the ground breathing in heaves.
Give me and inch,
I'll take every last one you've got.
I'll bleed you dry of your love
and say it's all your fault.