American Music Club - All Your Jeans Were Too Tight lyrics

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 tow." That not even a mother could drop And he took his advice he said, "Drop your disappointment Like you drop a grand piano." 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?