don’t talk to me, I’m bathrobing

what you say? sorry, I’m bathrobing

you’re joke city, come back another day

cigarettes, front pocket, burns on the collar

I’m fucking bathrobing, all fucking day

looking like a psycho, I’ll walk my way

to the post office this way, what you got to say?

I’m looking for attention, fuck yeah

I drip it, I drip it, I drip it,

I can’t help it.

speak softly, and carry a big stick

you know he just wanted to talk about his stick.

you were cool baby but you thought you were the sun

every girl thinks she’s the goddamn sun

I can’t help it if my ray’s that strong

I can’t help it if you felt that warm

I can’t help it, I’m gone.