It looks like the tide is calling
Send off is drawing near
The whistle blowing
The commander's on the phone
I wont know your thoughts when i'm gone
I wont have a lot to say
But i'll be bored of smiling when it ain't at you
And its alright, its alright
Its alright, its alright
Why you'e my hand-me-down jean
I'm your warranted queen
My mouth on your spoon
Goodnight red balloon
You play your cards with a mystery face
And use your golden grace
I'll be sending my guards to come find you
I don't know where to fall
Or if this is love at all
But your lips on mine have branded a sign
But its alright, its alright
It's alright, it's alright
You're my hand-me-down jean
I'm your warranted queen
My mouth on your spoon
Goodnight red balloon
Its alright
Why you're my hand me down jean
I'm your warranted queen
My mouth on your spoon
Goodnight red balloon