It's half past three you're coming home

You smell like books and shaving foam

I owe ya

And you owe me

I wonder if you tell the truth

About the boys you see at school

I owe ya

And you own me

Oh want to... oh baby

Oh wanna telephone ya... oh baby

Oh jerks who wear black leather... oh baby

I pull you apart just to put you together... oh baby

Five seconds after

You pull yourself from off my bed

I owe ya

And you owe me

Your face is like a bag of nails

A garbage pail of tangled hair

I owe ya

And you owe me

One

Two

Three

Phwoar