You were hanging off of me Like I was a Christmas tree They clique of rats, they will come back And steal your comfort blanket, leave you mousey If you ever need to feel better about yourself I'm doing nothing else I don't want to be here I can't always be fair Take the hard out my heart Wash the blood out your hair I'm not trying to resist I nod and follow using your identikit, lickety split Then I miss the point and I keel over Now that's all over I don't want to be here I can't always be fair Take the hard out my heart Wash the blood out your, Wash the blood out your, Wash the blood out your, Wash the blood out your heart, Oh when your tongue touched mine I felt like a balloon I hadn't been that high Since 2002 Is it there for me? (Is it there for me?) Is it there? Is it there for me? (Is it there for me?) Is it there for me? HAPPPY!!!!!!