I met you on my lunch break You were hanging with some other dude And when you reached for the cupcake I knew you were my type of girl One day I know you'll need to follow me (one day we'll go) I've got the key to room 117 Oh, I'll be there Lies, some teacher told you you draw like you're blind Your cla**mates don't respect you You're not into design But just know this cobra's got your back Remember Pasadena
The way you looked at me and smiled Somehow I knew that you would follow me (somehow I knew) Over the bridge to haunt the castle green Oh, I'll be there Lies, some teacher told you you draw like you're blind Your cla**mates don't respect you You're not into design But just know this cobra's got your back Asi es la vida I need to let you know That I can never let you go Someone you can't see, believes