And she is begging on her knees, and she is pulling at his clothes
And she is begging for him to stay, because her body needs what it knows

And I don’t think we stand a chance against these odds
And I don’t think we stand a chance against these odds

Well I threw away my stories, because I hated growing up
But I still have all these memories, that I will carve out with my mouth
And I ran away in high school, because I got so scared of love
But I still have all these memories, that I will carve out with my mouth

And you were honest to think you’re lovely
And I will shut up because I’m sorry
And she was honest to think she's lovely
And I will shut up because I'm sorry
But you were honest to think you're lovely
And I will shut up because I'm sorry
And he was honest to think you're lovely
But I will shut up because I'm sorry

But I don’t think we stand a chance against these odds
And I don’t think we stand a chance against these odds
And I don’t think we stand a chance against these odds
And I don’t think we stand a chance against these...