Timmy turner lyrics

I vowed to my mom, I swore to my dad
I pinky promised both my brothers
That I wouldn't get caught, no, I wouldn't do that
Caught in the arms of a flight risk lover

But you look so cool and I like your tattoos
And I like how your clothes are always stained
And you're giving me hell in the last girl's perfume
And you still don't know how to spell my name

Call you my skatepark angel
Call you my Brooklyn baby
Not quite a Good Will Hunting
You're a head case and a damn slow learner
Tell ya "don't be a stranger"
You laugh and say "okay, maybe"
Not quite an Atticus Finch
You're more of a Timmy Turner