Damn, what cloud aren't you on? And can I come along? You're wasted and stoned when I am sober as a marble. I think I love you are horrible I think I love you are horrible You can't be my girl Fishing for your lipstick You found your cigarettes The hacking of your rapping As we sit on rotten steps You're crazy and you show it off. Dear, you're slurring Gorbachev You insist on discussing him. You're so wrong, but somehow you win. So wrong to kiss you when You can't be my girl You're sweet, but you're messed up Your best friend is a red cup You're obviously not the one But you remind me life can be fun. Yeah You can't be my girl