And so, I think you should go, dry your eyes, smile
Either love me, or leave me alone
I get so excited about moving on, keep writing songs
Revealing, just like your clothes

So far, we’ve sat at the bar, met in lobby, and got in the car
I could be your hobby, if you’d be my star
Always shining the way that you are

I wonder who you sunk your hooks into and do they like it
Being hooked on you? Conversation, let’s strike it
As we paint this town red and blue, when there’s nothing left to do

Every girl there wishes she had your hair
Your height, and double name
To shorten them any would be such a shame with only yourself to blame

So long, we move on like some over-censored grainy movie
Or reruns of cancelled TV shows, no more episodes
So much left untold, I guess that’s how it goes
When you’re around, I’m alone

And then, it ends as soon as it begins, and then starts up again
Sweetness, don’t say friends, I can’t pretend I don’t have these feelings
Of wanting something more, or anything at all
And every guy there wishes he had your hair
Entwined in his fingers, the way that I’m wrapped around yours
With every drink that pours

And so I think you should go, check your tires, drive
Either love me or leave me alone
Oh, please honey, don’t check your mirrors to see that I’m gone
It couldn’t be clearer that I’ll be coming along