I’m a sucker for the suburban kitsch that you’re living in
When you laugh too much at my lazy jokes
I wonder who you’ve been

Be alright
You’re cheesy like you don’t know
You’re cheesy like you don’t know
Sink in the sand

I’m a sucker for this domestic shit
And it kicks me out the more I talk to you
The more I talk to you the more I like my dog
So I take him out and whenever you come round
No matter how you feel
You always look so ill
You ate my birthday cake

You’re Jesus and you don’t know
You’re cheesy like you don’t know
Sink in the sand
Spill my head in my hands
I like you but I wouldn’t eat you