This boy took me out one evening Wouldn't take off his sunglasses And when he kissed me in his car He kept pushing them up with the tip of his finger Nothing really changes around here Everything is out of my price range This boy knows I hate his band Everybody looks like a lumberjack Guitars! More guitars! I will not be honest with myself Nothing really changes around here Jesus saves his receipts Take time make it automatic You've got to reel in when you can Talk about the passion with this one Everyone roll your eyes in unison Jealousy pools into the basement With digital skeletons crawling out your Macbook Take time make it automatic You've got to reel in when you can Beware of counting colours You can just come home if you need This girl shows to the convocation Turning all the heads in her little green dress This is madness! In motion! Nothing really changes around here