don’t talk to me, I’m bathrobing
what you say? sorry, I’m bathrobing
you’re joke city, come back another day
cigarettes, front pocket, burns on the collar
I’m fucking bathrobing, all fucking day
looking like a psycho, I’ll walk my way
to the post office this way, what you got to say?
I’m looking for attention, fuck yeah
I drip it, I drip it, I drip it,
I can’t help it.
speak softly, and carry a big stick
you know he just wanted to talk about his stick.
you were cool baby but you thought you were the sun
every girl thinks she’s the goddamn sun
I can’t help it if my ray’s that strong
I can’t help it if you felt that warm
I can’t help it, I’m gone.