Tim de Vil & His Imaginary Friends - Agent 6 lyrics

After three days at your place, all I had to show was a rusted four-door rambler dressed in a boot and a bouquet of parking tickets Romance is the stiff spots on the futon that we didn't have the patience or care to fold out If you counted every brick in Encino, California You'd still come up short compared to the number of f**s I give I give, and I give, and you take me for granite I'm just a statuette lost in your garden No better than matchbox cars But at least I can sleep without a signed and framed headshot of Kevin Costner watching over me above my bed At least I didn't blame my cla** A d** on my kid sister's friends Now she'll never see senior prom Now she'll never get to f** Ted It was gonna be perfect and you ruined it You're just like your mother Except I think she cares what people think