You're in order like a parking lot The lines gridded, there's no dismay And I'm as unorganized as a highway Full of drunk drivers, lacking survivors I'm not good enough to handle this The rose kiss You're better off without me anyway Red Letters coming in from New York A sign of nonconformity and this won't work And you won't call me up and talk to me I can't take the blow of uncertainty You're k**ing me, You're k**ing me Well I can't take the blow of uncertainty You're k**ing me, You're k**ing me You're k**ing me, certainly Well I can be beautiful with another shot at the bar When it's late at night and you're in shame The moon falls on you perfectly and forgets me I can't explain the fever that you bring Even in winter, I call it Spring Red Letters going to New York From me to tell you, That this might work But you want call me up to talk to me I can't take the blow of uncertainty You're k**ing me, You're k**ing me Well I can't take the blow of uncertainty You're k**ing me, You're k**ing me You're k**ing me, certainly You will take my hand, And I'll take you're heart You will take my hand, And I'll take you're heart You will take my hand, And I'll break you're heart You will take my hand, And I'll break you're heart You're k**ing me, You're k**ing me Well I can't take the blow of uncertainty You're k**ing me, You're k**ing me You're k**ing me, certainly Woah oh oh