WELL, I MEAN, IT’S LIKE, YOU KNOW
Well, I mean, it's like, you know
Your lookin' fine and I wanna get to know you
There's a new star in my show
Butterflies, tickling me on cue
Cupid nailed me with his dart 'n' bow
You could be an angel from heaven
Can't tell from the club we're in
The lights are low and the music's at eleven
We find a corner - have a chat - but then -
She opens her mouth. Nothing comes out.
She's put some words together - such a cutie
She's not saying anything but she's not arguing
All is forgiven - Booty!
Well, I mean, it's like, you know
I see you ballin' in the field, gonna steal my heart
Like you stole third base last Saturday
I know you ain't a doctor - lawyer - thinkin' Tom Sawyer's just a song, never heard of Twain anyway
You're not well-read, so-so in bed but what the heck I like the way you look on my arm
You do the jock-talk-beef-cake-walk-around-the block, lookin' hot like a stud right off the farm!
Perhaps she's found her Romeo
Perhaps there's no one greater
But he's much more fun in a marathon
Than stuck in an elevator
He too can put words together, in a meaningless combination
and thus two lovers pass it on to the next generation
Well, I mean, it's like, you know
Well, that's it
I mean, I'm done
It's like, I'm finished
You know, I'm wrong - cuz I keep talking to play this thing out - while future generations keep freaking me out!
Well I mean, it's like, you know