[Hidden Track] Letra

they're like the sour grapes

in my fruit salad



she drives a space ship

she drives a monster truck

too much of charm and i'm lying in our dumb luck



i think she's beautiful

i haven't told her yet

maybe i will after probably one more drink



she's got a boyfriend

i heard she hates him

i think i'm dyin' here, i think i'm dyin' here



i'm tired thinking 'bout

a way to look cool

but she sees through me, she knows i'm not a superstar



she's got some issues

but i've got some too

i know she's broken

if she needs a fix i'll be her tool



i'm tired thinking 'bout

the taste of her lips

they're like the sour grapes

in my fruit salad



she drives me crazy, she makes me look dumb

when i get up from staring at her from across the room