Your smile crossed my desk and I felt some kind of affection
But baby I'm just your accountant, and I'm accounting for some counting of the stars, I slipped my number to you and we hit a couple bars
Had a few arguments, made a few scars
Made some babies and bought a car
Where are we going? Where are we now?
I'm just a character in your bed, and I'm a little voice in your head
And I'm a petty little man in a suit and tie
And you haven't left your head for days I can barely leave you alone
But don't you worry darling I'll be home after my nine to five
Just eight hours honey won't you turn on some turkey music and jive
Try and remember when we used to be alive, yeah?
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 2:57 AM UTC
Your smile crossed my desk and I felt some kind of affection
But baby I'm just your accountant, and I'm accounting for some counting of the stars, I slipped my number to you and we hit a couple bars
Had a few arguments, made a few scars
Made some babies and bought a car
Where are we going? Where are we now?
I'm just a character in your bed, and I'm a little voice in your head
And I'm a petty little man in a suit and tie
And you haven't left your head for days I can barely leave you alone
But don't you worry darling I'll be home after my nine to five
Just eight hours honey won't you turn on some turkey music and jive
Try and remember when we used to be alive, yeah?
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