All your jeans were too tight de American Music Club

Everything i say sounds clumsy and dumb
trying to make you feel better
is like trying to trick st. peter
tuesdays and thursdays i remember
the star's well drink special
a well cheap as the tide
like that one that swallowed you up
yeah, you could really get f~cked up
You and i brawl
to give me all your clothes
i looked like a fool
to give everything away
I put my flowers in your window
to hide a world nobody would ever prize
and all of this vanity would be funny
if it didn't hurt so much
You and i brawl
all you and i had to throw away
was a cowardly pile of sheets
and a heartbeat that couldn't carry you
to want something better
The street screwdrivers were like tnt
and he said, "your agony
is such an obvious barge to ;
that not even a mother could drop
and he took his advice he said,
"drop your disappointment
like you drop a grand ;
You and i brawl
to give me all your clothes
but all your jeans were too tight
and why did you paint your bathroom black
i can understand liking barbara streisand
but i'm not sure about the soundtrack from diva
and what was up with the tanning salon
i'm sorry i said anything about the tattoo
but did you really need another earring
and i hope that you know that i really loved you
and we had a good time, didn't we?