on the very first day when the world was new,
girl wouldnt wait and the boy was blue.
he said 'i got a new lincoln and the seats is soft'
but she went and blew the boy off.

under shady trees where the light is dappled,
he sat and counted all her freckles.
and she said 'color is just the suffering of light'
it went on all night, there was time to spare,
they had a long conversation about the color of hair.
she said 'you dont have to leave if you dont want to'

payday- got you on the other line
but youre sleeping
payday- got you on the other line
but youre freezing

its good to be hard,
hard to be good...
tell the truth.