So fresh
Well, it looks like you pa**ed the test
And she don't say much
Drinking champagne and playing the drums
Woo!
Everywhere she goes
The clouds make themselves known
Even in her home
The wind whips up her clothes
Woo!
And me, I'll be there
At my place
At the top of the stairs
Needle and thread in hand
To mend everything that's been laid bare and on and on into into perpetuity