Never gave a thought to fashion until
Someone said I looked like you
Never gave a thought to passion until
Someone said I screw like you
Baby, I was never cool enough
To get a job at a record store
And, if I had, I wouldn't want you anymore
So, I never gave a thought to rash-in' until
Someone said I had a rash like you
Never gave a thought to mashin' until
Someone said I mash like you
Baby, I was never cool enough
To get a job at a record store
But, if I had, I wouldn't want you
Wouldn't want you
See di*k, see Jane
See how they both complain
See how they go 'round and 'round over nothin' at all
Me di*k, you Jane
See how we all complain
See how we get all wrapped up in nothin' at all
Here's your suckerpunch
So, I never gave a thought to crashin' until
Someone said I crash like you
Never gave a thought to passion until
Someone said I screw like you
Baby, I was never cool enough
To get a job at a record store
But, if I had, I wouldn't want you
Wouldn't want you
Wouldn't want you
See di*k, see Jane
See how they both complain
See how they go 'round and 'round over nothin at all
You di*k, me Jane
See how we all complain
See how I get all screwed up over nothin' at all
Here's your suckerpunch...