My nervous Breakdance I had one In my youth A bad patch I was going through Are you alright? Yes I am, okay I tell myself That I am over you Move out of Las Vegas The metal detective is Still searching for clues To the one thing I can depend upon And it'll be over in a week or two I don't wanna hang around with you That is the last thing that I ever wanna do This pattern Repeats itself At four or 5:45 In the morning And it seems that my eyes are blue Of funky music too And it'll be over in a week or two I don't wanna hang around with you That is the last thing that I ever wanna do And I tell myself That I am over you But I can't help but notice I'm payin'-a, attention to All the star sign information The tide times and racin' tips Anything to help my situation And make some sense of this Maybe A million years from now You can look back on me And say "Well, maybe I should'a" And I'll tell ya now Baby, you could'a But that was years and years ago When I used to say Over in a week or two I don't wanna around with you That is the last thing that I ever wanna do Over in a week or two Wanna around with...