[Verse 1] Her pretty noises Can you turn them down? I think that I'm dying Do you want to go out? Because we can play some Pac-man Or go to the library We can order some pad thai Without the MSG [Chorus] And they write books about this sort of thing And they write books about this sort of thing Yeah, they write books about this sort of thing [Verse 2] Closed captioned heartbeats Spells "thump" five letters long I think she's gone to Nashville She don't care for my songs And if my heart hadn't withered Then perhaps I'd track her down But I've got a lot to stew on So I guess I'll hang around [Chorus]