I walk in with my hands on my hips
and a homemade whiskey-twist
I am just what you want
But I can't tell you what that is
And I don't plan on nothin'
that you can't fit in bottles
And that changes how
This all turns out
Do you want some now?
I watched my heart fall apart
In the palm of my hands
Watching my own organs
Go in and out and in and out again and in
Walked your red headed friend
We stayed up late
Your roommate's eyes were kind of crooked
But we were both dancing pretty great
And no one thought about a thing
That wasn't in the room without blessing
And that was pretty great
Cause it's not cool to hate, No!
You were looking kind of smooth
From that side of the room
We don't have to be best friends
But I like your cardigan, let's dance