We could write our names here in the mud
No one’s around to see them
We could hang our shoes right here in a tree
No one’s around to steal them
I could give you a star
You could give me one too
That way we’d be even
And I could sing this song way out of tune
And not care a bit about it
We could both wear cowboy hats
And pretend to speak Italian
Well I could eat some gum
And make my breath so minty fresh
To kiss you
Your breath will smell like wine
I like that a lot
Especially when I kiss you
And I could hit my funny bone really hard
And you could call me sweetheart
And who ever said there’s nothing new under the sun
Never thought much about individuals
But he’s dead anyways
So lets go down together
Down together
Down together
Together
Lets go down together
Down together
Down together
Together
We could all wear ripped up clothes
And pretend that we’re Dead Hot Workshop
I could drive long long way