Never gave a thought to fashion until
Someone said I looked like you
Never gave a thought to passion until
Someone said I screw like you

Baby, I was never cool enough
To get a job at a record store
And, if I had, I wouldn't want you anymore

So, I never gave a thought to rash-in' until
Someone said I had a rash like you
Never gave a thought to mashin' until
Someone said I mash like you

Baby, I was never cool enough
To get a job at a record store
But, if I had, I wouldn't want you
Wouldn't want you

See Dick, see Jane
See how they both complain
See how they go 'round and 'round over nothin' at all
Me Dick, you Jane
See how we all complain
See how we get all wrapped up in nothin' at all
Here's your suckerpunch

So, I never gave a thought to crashin' until
Someone said I crash like you
Never gave a thought to passion until
Someone said I screw like you

Baby, I was never cool enough
To get a job at a record store
But, if I had, I wouldn't want you
Wouldn't want you
Wouldn't want you

See Dick, see Jane
See how they both complain
See how they go 'round and 'round over nothin at all
You Dick, me Jane
See how we all complain
See how I get all screwed up over nothin' at all
Here's your suckerpunch...