She won't go out with me, no, she won't go out 'Cause my intellect's paper thin She won't go out with me, no, she won't go out Since my intellect's not like him
So, lighten up, Morrissey
She won't hang out with me, no, she won't hang out 'Til my biting wit bites like his She won't hang out with me, no, she won't hang out 'Til my quick retort's quick as his
So, lighten up, Morrissey? Lighten up, lighten up Lighten up, lighten up Lighten up, Morrissey Lighten up, lighten up Lighten up, Morrissey
She won't have sex with me, no, she won't have sex 'Less it's done with a pseudonym She won't do sport with me, no, she won't do sport Says it's way, way too masculine, look at him
So, lighten up, Morrissey? Lighten up, lighten up Lighten up, lighten up Lighten up, Morrissey Lighten up, lighten up Lighten up, Morrissey
I got comparisons coming out my ears And she never can hit the pause If only Morrissey weren't so Morrisseyesque She might overlook all my flaws
So, lighten up, Morrissey Lighten up, lighten up So, lighten up, Morrissey Lighten up, lighten up Lighten up, lighten up Lighten up, Morrissey' Lighten up, lighten up Lighten up, Morrissey She won't dine out with me, no, she won't dine out Says my t-bone steak is at fault She won't dine out with me, no, she won't dine out With a murderer, pass the salt
Lighten up, lighten up Lighten up, lighten up Lighten up, Morrissey Lighten up, lighten up
Lighten up, lighten up Lighten up, Morrissey Lighten up, lighten up Lighten up, MorrisseyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.