Tell me about the time you ran into your family friend I like your stories I like the beginnings and the middles and the ends I know it gets a little old with my enthusiastic whim But I can cross my heart that I don't want this night to ever end Because you're pretty in the ugly lime-green sweater that you're in Because you're funny and you like the way I frown, the way I grin Because you're far enough away That I can make up things to say before I say them But I can still pretend, that I just thought of them ♪ But I don't know what I'm supposed to say Hey, I don't want you to relate But yes, I do want you to hear me out for what I have to say I'm susceptible to my own situations that I make I'm sorry darling, I crashed the party Hey, hey, I don't want you to relate But yes, I do want you to hear me out for what I have to say I'm susceptible to my own situations that I make I'm sorry darling, I crashed the party