My jeans they've got some tears

Mom says to be more careful

Those jeans were not prepared

We fell and scraped out elbows

Sports teams, dad wished I cared

I picked flowers and counted petals

Four leaves, think you could share?

Some luck would be so helpful

Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm

Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm

Let's mutilate our brains

Spend nights getting a fixin'

Sex scenes and video games

I don't really know that position

Grands don't improve migraines

But love comes without conditions

My crush recalled my name

Believe that someone listens

Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm

Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm

Candles get blown away

The appetite's expanding

It's still no piece of cake

Times not so good in standing

Hold you and kiss your face

I will not let you worry

Now all those bills are paid

Don't grow up in a hurry