Yes Sir And she is begging on her knees And she is pulling at his clothes And she is begging for him to stay Because her body needs what it knows And I don't think we stand a chance against these odds And I don't think we stand a chance against these odds Well I threw away my stories Because I hated growing up But I still have all these memories That I will carve out with my mouth And I ran away in high school Because I got so scared of love But I still have all these memories That I will carve out with my mouth And you were honest to think you're lovely And I will shut up because I'm sorry And she was honest to think she's lovely And I will shut up because I'm sorry But you were honest to think you're lovely And I will shut up because I'm sorry And he was honest to think you're lovely But I will shut up because I'm sorry But I don't think we stand a chance against these odds And I don't think we stand a chance against these odds And I don't think we stand a chance against these odds And I don't think we stand a chance against these.