Correct This time 'round how can I pretend That I'm not a bad bad man Old haunts with new zeros A fading view of adulthood Swinging key parties Well I hear it's a west coast thing Don't play down your hopeless intrigue Well not everyone's lawn Gets mowed twice a week What's that supposed to mean? I could be as faithful as a seahorse And if you were a marine biologist You'd know how tender that line was Honey pick up on the bittersweet The tragedy that's life's limbo stick 'Cause there's a tear jerker waiting in the wings Well that's still no reason to be so devoid of feeling Once you were a trophy for me And as luck would have it I a trophy for you