Come pick me up in the morning I know you've probably thought about it too Otherwise I'll never leave my oven My arms and legs they would grow soft with you Come pick me up in the morning And we can find a hole to crawl into We're still pretending to be lightweights My arms and legs they would grow soft, oh, ooh-ooh Behind his smile is nothing Long hair's a signal to the wandering eye Anytime I'll leave my coffin gladly My arms and legs they will go soft and die ♪ ♪ Someone broke into my heart Or beat it into my head Several hours to drive home Or fall asleep instead? So think it over Just think it over, don't let me down Just think it over Just think it over, I'll be around