I'm a s**er for the suburban kitsch that you're living in
When you laugh too much at my lazy jokes
I wonder who you've been
Be alright
You're cheesy like you don't know
You're cheesy like you don't know
Sick in the sand
I'm a s**er for this domestic sh**
And it kicks me out the more I talk to you
The more I talk to you the more I like my dog
So I take him out and maybe you come round
No matter how you feel
You always look so ill
You ate my birthday cake
You're Jesus and you don't know
You're cheesy like you don't know
Sick in the sand
Spill my head in my hands
I like you but I wouldn't eat you