Here She Comes
She's Coming (Over Tonight)
Love Is Dead
Hell of Dumb
Lawnmower of Love
With My Looks and Your Brains
The Weather Is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful
Another Yesterday
Swiss-Army Girlfriend
...And I Will Be With You
Who Needs Happiness (I'd Rather Have You)
When I Lost You
I Don't Need You Now
Our Love Will Last Forever and Ever
Some Foggy Mountain Top
You You You
She's so hot and I love her a lot. She's got everything I haven't got, like savoir faire, and joie de vivre, and je ne sais quoi like you wouldn't believe. She's got a monopoly on how to do it properly, so even though she's mad at me, she's who I want to see.Why is she how she is? Her eyes are saying yes but her nos are saying no. Here she comes, here she comes, there she goes.
I know I'm no alpha male-- she's out of my league and off my scale. She's twice as high as I can climb. That's why I only get to see her half the time. But my happiness is infinite when my life has this nymph in it so even though her hand is cold, that's what I want to hold.
Why is she how she is? Her eyes are saying yes. Nonetheless, it's just a guess. Here she comes, here she comes, there she goes.
The odds are even that tonight everything might be all right.
Why is she how she is? Here ayes are saying no, but here nays are saying go. Here she comes, here she comes, there she goes.
Miracles and lucky charms made the girl of my dreams the girl in my arms. Push will come to pull tonight and I'll have my hands full tonight and everything'll be real all right because she's coming over tonight.I'm gonna shave off my beard. And I'll try not to act to weird. Then I'm gonna kiss her tenderly, so don't ask her if she's free. She won't be she'll be with me because she's coming over tonight.
Everyone makes fun of me. They do it right in front of me. They don't think someone shy like me could get a girl like that to like a guy like me. But now she's standing at my door. She's who I've been waiting for, so don't feel sorry for me anymore because she's coming.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! We won't tell a soul tonight cause our mouths will be full tonight and talking with your mouth full isn't polite. All right. She's coming over tonight.
Love is dead. Love is dead, but I still can't get her out of my head, so she'll be gone from now on and I'll regret everything I've ever done. She wasn't coming close to what she was supposed to do. It really doesn't matter, still there's not a sadder lie than I love you.Singing la la la la love is dead that's why I'm sighing and crying and shaking my head-- love is dead.
Love is sad. Life is bad when you can't get what you could have had. Days are blue, nights are black. I'd do anything if I could have her back, but I'm just a sap and it's not gonna happen now. It's cold dark and stormy and there's nothing for me out there anyhow.
Singing la la la la love is dead that's why I'm crying and lying awake in my bed-- love is dead.
Emotional vertigo was never supposed to happen this time, but if she ever were to go back to me there's nowhere I wouldn't climb. Still out on this limb there's only me, a damaged dim and lonely me, stepping on my own toes while I rattle my chain of woes.
You were hell of dumb for leaving. I was hell of dumb for believing you were hell of coming back to me again. Now I'm hell of sad without you near. I've hell of had it up to here with how things are now as compared with then.Hell of dumb, cause you haunt me, hell of dumb, cause you don't want me, you just want me to get lost it's plain to see, and I'm hell of dumb for staying now I'm hell of dumb for saying how much I hell of love you when you hell of don't love me.
I still don't know why I cried for you so much. Hell of dumb cause I did it hell of dumb cause I admitted how much I hell of love you when you hell of hate my guts.
And I hate the way I cave in and I hate how I'm behaving. I hate the foolish thing I have become. I feel hell of dumb for seeming hell of dumb, and for screaming hell of dumb, hell of dumb, hell of dumb.
I've got this drive to be eaten alive that's the only reason I can see, cause we've made a fine art out of falling apart and that's always how it's gonna be. I've thought of leaving you, but where would that leave me? I keep coming back to you.
I'm just dumb enough. I'm just numb enough. I'm just standing in front of your lawnmower of love.
You're not too sure just what you're looking for but you know you need a new referral, and you live your own life and you're nobody's wife just like any other Cosmo girl. In the rate-your-mate questionnaire, my score makes your hair curl, but you keep coming back to me.
Your're just bored enough. You're just out of your gourd enough. You're just standing in front of my lawnmower of love. We're just dim enough. We're just out on a limb enough. We're just gonna get cut up by the lawnmower of love.
So welcome to the Love Capades where everything bleeds before it fades, and sometimes we get caught up in the blades. But it used to be okay. It used to be that all we had to spend was what attention we could pay. But now you're the queen of the horrible scene and we're both at our ropes' ends. We're cranky and glum and we know we've become an embarrassment to all our friends. They say we're on the rocks but it all depends. We keep coming back for more.
We're just lame enough. We're just the same enough. We're just standing in front of the lawnmower of love. We're just sad enough. We just haven't had enough. We're just gonna get cut up by the lawnmower of love.
So far, there's no doubt, things are working out; between us we can cover every base. You're cute; I'm not. I'm sharp; you've got a certain way of spilling all over the place. But you just keep me warm and I'll fill out that form, and when they kick me out again, tell them to let me back in. Look nice and they won't think twice about it baby because there's no stopping us.
With my brains, your looks, your bait, my hooks, we could catch a thousand gravy trains. But it would be bad if all we had was my looks and your brains.
So hold my hand just like we planned so you won't get lost and I won't get thrown out. If they get wise, just flash those eyes and I will give them something to get wise about. You just make your splash and I'll supply the cash when some comes in. It's looking kind of thin and glum but some will come along. You'll be glad we stayed, cause we'll have it made.
With your looks, my brains, your tracks, my trains, we're re-writing all the record books. Just study the floor-plan, and be glad we've got more than your brains and my looks.
I wonder if under pressure we could make it on our own. Could we stand it, empty-handed and stranded and all alone?
But let's not find out what that would be about. I'll stick with you. You let yourself be stuck to. You and me have a legacy that we can pass on to our kids. They could get lucky.
With my brains, your looks, your nights, my rooks, they could really win a lot of games. But just think, what if they end up with my looks and your brains?
You are out of sight, but you're not out of mind. I am out of everything, this much I have divined. You're not all that far away. Still and all you are away. I've got a lot to say. There's nothing not to say anymore.
Listen my dear, this says it all-- the weather is here, wish you were beautiful.
Here's one more invitation that I must extend to one more disengagement party that you won't attend, though you may spend some time coming back again sometime, cause every time you miss the boat you try to kiss the boat one more time.
You're cold and unclear, that's true to form-- the weather is here, wish you were warm.
You'll soon have other hearts to leave a stain on, more parades to rain on.
It's hopeless. I guess I'm hopeless now, too: things to express, but no way how to. To whom this may concern: I'm a message you won't return. You're a lesson that I may never learn. But never fear, let this suffice-- the weather is here, wish you were nice.
The weather is here, wish you were beautiful.
I'll sit through your replies, but I've seen the answers in your eyes. I've still got room for more lies, but now you're walking away.
We had a lovely day. You had to cast a spell on it. I had to try not to dwell on it with nothing to say.
I'm already far away, trying to forget another yesterday.
Don't snatch your hand away. I promise not to bite you or kiss you just to spite you-- you'll get your way.
And I'm only on the way to trying to forget another yesterday.
And we've got a ways to go. What I said to you won't get to you, but if we had a place to go I'd stll want to be there too.
And I'm always on the way to trying to forget another yesterday.
She's the slickest chick I've ever known. I take her with me wherever I go to rope in all my fears and open all my beers and to never ever leave me alone. She's tiny, shiny and bright, almost too sharp but not quite. She does it all somehow. She's in my pocket now but I'm gonna take her out tonight.
She's my swiss-army girlfriend. She's holding up her end, and she's all mine, so I got a valentine to send.
Do I have to draw a diagram? When I'm out of luck or in a jam she can get me hot and out of tight spots, and she's ready whenever I am. She slices, dices and more. She can handle any household chore, and I love the feel of her stainless steel when we're rolling all around on the floor.
She's my swiss-army girlfriend. She's in my dresser drawer and I'm all hers and we've got a universe to explore.
And I love her so, though she may never know just how low I would go to keep her by my side and open wide for when our worlds collide.
She's the only game in town. She's a thriller that you can't put down, so enjoy this song because before too long we're gonna run each other into the ground.
She's my swiss-army girlfriend. We've barely started yet, but we're all set and we've got a bassinet to get.
Let me tell you honey how it's gonna be. You're gonna sit around all night and watch tv: "American Ninja II" ...and I will be with you.
And if somebody tries to call up on the phone, you'll let it ring and just pretend that no one's home. You'll know what to do ...and I will be with you.
Going all the way, kid. No need to fake it. Half-drunk. Half-naked. Half-awake'll make it all right. The world's so dumb it hurts. Let's overcome it, escape from it, be it or become it all night. All right.
You'll pass out on the couch, then wake up with a jerk, and stumble to the phone and call in sick to work. I'll call in sick too, so I can be with you. If we can keep it up like this, you know it won't be long until those golden years start rolling along. You'll be rolling too ..and I will be with you.
Sitting around here with nothing to do. It's wearing me down dear, just thinking of you, how it's been so long since I held you close, how things could go wrong when I need you most. My devotion is an ocean of uneasiness, distraction, worry, grief and stress.
For love is sadness. Love is madness. Love is thinking if I make it through this hell on earth, it might be worth it. Who needs happiness? I'd rather have you.
Roaming these hallways with dreams unfulfilled-- why do they always seem so uphill? A happy existence of peace and goodwill, me on assistance and you on the pill: is that so wrong? But no one sees it my way. "Get a life" is what they say.
Well, I'm all spent, all sentimentally retarded now, you know it's true. I may have shot what life I've got, but I don't want a life, I just want you.
I just want you to be with me here, and I don't care much if it's not such a good idea. If falling short of happy is the best that we can do, who needs happiness? I'd rather have you. Who needs happiness if I can't have you, too? If it's true that I have to choose between the two, who needs happiness? I'd rather have you.
I've got nothing left to believe in or suspend my disbelief in even. I lost my last one when I lost you. I've got nothing left that I care for, now there's no one there to be there for. I lost all that stuff when I lost you.
When I lost you, my world was smashed up. When I lost you, my life was slashed up. When I lost you I lost much more than you will ever know. I'm calling to a heart that there's no room in, and now I'm feeling barely human. I lost everything when I lost you.
And now everything is so much to lose and not enough to hang on to, and what I do and what I think of you is never what I want to.
And now the advice squad is saying that it's all for the best, how there'll be better ones to fall for, how I'm so lucky now to be free. But every word of wisdom is dumb. Freedom, freedom: you're just gonna be dumb, because it doesn't matter to me.
When I lost you I started drifting. When I lost you was only fifteen days ago, but still you know that I've been trying for so long to make it through this fog that I've been lost in, that we had our love holocaust in. I lost everything when I lost you.
There was a time when I thought I would die everytime I thought of you. I'd cry and think myself into a state and drink myself to sleep too late. But what was pulling us and me apart was only breaking in my broken heart: now it's controlled again, on hold again, and more broken in than it's ever been.
So I don't need you now. I can't believe how I ever wondered how I'd ever make it without you-- thinking about you, but I don't need you now.
There was a time when I thought I should try to make myself hate you to get by. It wasn't hard to do, to think of you and all the things you put me through. But now I've had some time to contemplate, and I've discovered other things to hate. There's still bitterness I can't resist, but you're moving to the bottom of a pretty long list.
So I don't hate you now, and I don't even want to checkmate you now. I still don't like how much you don't want me to touch you, but I don't hate you now.
And if I'm crying, well what did you expect? I've been trying, but I still don't know how not to be a wreck.
And though I'm still aware you're still out there, still busy breaking someone's heart somewhere, and though to you it's nothing new, for once I've got no explaining to do.
Cause I don't know you now, and I don't have anything to show you now, except for all of these apologies that I don't owe you now.
How long will our love last? I'm very glad you asked, cause if the world don't end, and the sun don't blot out from the sky, and we don't get drive-by shot, and if we kiss each other a lot, our love will last forever and ever.
Love is strong enough, of course, to withstand almost any force, so if the world don't end, and we're not destroyed, and if the earth's not hit by an asteroid (that's something to avoid) our love will last forever and ever.
Oh, here we go. Isn't it nice to know our love will last forever and ever?
I think you and me are valid: we're two caterpillars in the salad, and that's the way it's supposed to be. We're old and weather-beaten. We haven't yet been eaten, but that's no guarantee.
You saw me off at the knee. You got your teeth in me, so if we're not vaporized in world war three, and if there's nothing good tonight on tv and if you don't meet somebody with more money that me, our love will last forever and ever.
So let's hope the world won't end, and let's promise once again that if the world don't end and the sky don't fall, and if there's nothing happening at the mall, and if we have any luck at all, our love will last forever and ever.
Oh, don't get lost. Just keep your fingers crossed, and our love will last forever and ever.
Cover SongShe's caused me to weep.
It's funny how I'm running into you again, and how you're asking me how I've been. I keep running out of girlfriends cause they keep running out on me. It wasn't so long ago when you were one of them, I know, and I still miss you even though you ran away from me.
Now you're something that I'm not allowed, that I had to learn to live without, but every so often I still think about you, you, you. Cause some part of me expects to see more agony than ecstasy, and I still can't stop thinking of me and you, you, you.
I had a speech written for this day. You're within reach, but I can't think of anything to say.
Running into you today meant running out of cards to play, and running out of things to say, though they're running through my head. Like why I still don't understand why we're not still together, and how I'd like to hold your hand one more time. Imagine if we were to make that spectacularly bad mistake. How many times is my heart gonna break over you you you?
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