Point Of View

You're beautiful, your wonderful, you’re full of yourself
I think I just fell in love with you
I'm not much for writing love songs Too many short hello's and so long's
What to do?

All messed up on the subway and all I think about is you
I'd like to hear your opinion
Why don't you share your point of view?

You're edible, incredible Fretboard fingered, unforgettable
I'm out the door
I'm not much for picture show The picture throws your skin tight clothes
on the floor

Well goddamn, it's been so long
Pretty girl smiling and I'm singing a song
hit a bong
I'm a marijuana mother fucking junkie
I dropped out of school getting drunk and acting funky
But it's all behind me now, I put it back in the past
and the loudest laugh laughed is by the man who laughs last
I hope you’re having a blast with your broken down car
moving back home while I pretend I'm a rockstar, fuck it
New York City baby, talking up and down
Got Sticks on the six, heading back uptown