(Are you ready, Briggs? Yep! Woo, woo, woo!) I'll cut my hair off You'll wear a crop top We can do anything, anything that you want It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter to me We can buy a two person bike Wonder if the punch is spiked We can do anything, anything that you'd like It doesn't matter, I'm easy to please But now there's strangers in my kitchen And they love to talk They love to talk about you And give me advice on what I should or shouldn't do Now it is Sunday You're talking with your friends I'm thinking about you You're thinking of the weekend It can't come sooner You can't come sooner to me I can't make up my mind I got too much time To sit and wonder, wonder if you're fine Who are you with? Are you thinking of me? But now there's strangers in my kitchen And they love to talk They love to talk about you And give me advice on what I should or shouldn't do So why cant I admit you're on my mind all the time?