[Verse 1]
Her pretty noises
Can you turn them down?
I think that I'm dying
Do you want to go out?
Because we can play some Pac-man
Or go to the library
We can order some pad thai
Without the MSG
[Chorus]
And they write books about this sort of thing
And they write books about this sort of thing
Yeah, they write books about this sort of thing
[Verse 2]
Closed captioned heartbeats
Spells "thump" five letters long
I think she's gone to Nashville
She don't care for my songs
And if my heart hadn't withered
Then perhaps I'd track her down
But I've got a lot to stew on
So I guess I'll hang around
[Chorus]