The streets are slow and silent
and the backyard is a beat parade. Yeah, I think you and me have got it made. I guess I dreamt I told you that. Yeah, I hope you tell me that that’s all right. I keep changing my mind all the time
I hope you think that that’s alright. So, I’m just sweeping up the garbage
while I whistle all the songs you play. So, I’m just slurring in the shade
when the daylight breaks,
and you and me have got it made. I’m not really planning on coming back
I thought I told you that. Your friends are all uptight
and everybody’s in an awkward mood,
so you keep drinking all my Ballantine
and laughing while your lips turn blue. So, I’m just sweeping up the garbage
while I listen to the songs you play,
where everybody’s trying but they
just can’t get it straight. The afterparty’s rockin’, girl,
and everybody’s dancing for you,
but you’re just drinking all my Ballantine
and laughing while your lips turn blue.