[Verse 1] Sorry 'bout the things that I had to say And I'll make it up to you right now at the penny arcade In an open car or wherever you are Push yourself too far and it might get hot Well, I really don't need the confusion And, you know, I just ain't the type To get all wrapped up in the illusion Of doing something that I know ain't right, right, right Right, right [Hook] You've got to want to rearrange And keep it off the record, off the record You've got to know that we will change And keep it off the record, off the record, c'mon [Verse 2] In a crowded room, near the box of boom To an artificial tune, I see you swoon Well, you knew all this would turn to mist If your idea wasn't kissed, why're you so pissed? Well, I know you don't need the confusion And I know you just ain't the type To get all wrapped up in the illusion Of doing something that you know ain't right, right, right Right, right Right, right Right, right, right [Hook] You've got to want to rearrange And keep it off the record, off the record You've got to know that we will change And keep it off the record, off the record You've got to want to rearrange And keep it off the record, off the record You've got to know that we will change And keep it off the record, off the record, c'mon [Inaudible]