When you explode into the room,all 
I can smell is your perfume;and the cigarette jazzing up the atmosphere.
You think it's fine, 
I know it's broke.
You think it's all some kind of joke,but how can 
I laugh when 
I'm locked up in here?
And it's a beautiful day outside.
And it's a beautiful day outside.
I press my nose against the glass,
I steam it up, but it don't last.
I am a man afterall and 
I'm dying here.
I had it good, now 
I get none.
I had all but those days are done.
Now I get to watch you run around down there.
And it's a beautiful day outside.
And it's a beautiful day outside.
There's all these girls outside wrapped up in winter clothes,my imagination grows, 
I can't convince my eye to close.
You're on the town again and 
I'm downing in your bed,you're perfume it's in my head, and it's driving me,driving me, driving me, driv-ing me.
And it's a beautiful day outside.
And it's a beautiful day outside.
And it's a beautiful day outside.
And it's a beautiful day outside.