Ain't those girls down on Magazine making themselves a scene Dolled up in porcelain just like the magazines Ain't they so fancy but ain't they got nothing to say CHORUS We don't mean to be mean We just ain't that kind We'd rather get lost Just to see what we'd find And we'll ride around uptown on my tandem bike I'll buy some records, and you'll buy some wine 'll put on a song that I think you might like Then we'll drink till we can't tell the day from the night Oh its you, darling, its you That I'd like to stumble into Darling its you, darling, its you That I'd like to stumble into Ain't those boys on the balcony making themselves a scene Smoking their cigarettes just like the magazines Ain't they so fancy, but ain't they got nothing to say CHORUS We don't mean to be mean We just ain't that kind We'd rather get lost Just to see what we'd find And we'll ride around uptown on my tandem bike We'll find that guy we met last Fourth of July I'm sure he'll have something that we'll want to try We'll make a rope out of blankets and climb out of our minds Oh its you, darling, its you That I'd like to stumble into Oh its you, darling, its you That I'd like to stumble into