One-two-three-four-five-six-do it!
(Yeah)
(Fear the)
(Fear the)
Fear the man who lives without love
And the lover who lives without fear
Fear the man who always
Wants to fight, he's not a talker
Fear the talker who never wants to fight
He's got no guts
Fear the man who knows he's gonna die
So he cries every night
And just denies his life's beauty
And fear the man who has heaven in his plans
He gets so complacent
That he doesn't call his family
Fear the man who doesn't understand
That there's a million fish in the sea, but
Fear the girl who he really thinks
Is a different species, she'll rip your heart out
She makes my mondays feel like fridays
She makes my ruby tuesdays
Taste like benihanas
And all I really want is just
For us to get along
For us to get along
She makes my mondays feel like fridays
She makes my ruby tuesdays
Taste like benihanas
And all I really want is just
For us to get along
For us to get along
(Give me a break)
My girl moved away, huh
Can't help but think
It's something that I say that
Makes her flee my loving arms
And smiling face, and move to a place
Where nobody even lovingly says her name
You know it's something that I'd do
Like not text back for a day or two, that says
She deserves someone better, but
Every single guy she's ever loved
To me sounds really fucking dumb, and stupid
If I become a man
I'll grab your cheek with my unwavering hand and
I'll tell you that I'll never second guess
All the lovely love we made, and
You don't want kids but
Please let's about it someday, you know
But you moved away and I
I grabbed you tight and then
I helped you to your car
In that shitty parking lot, you know
I really miss you, and
And I hope that you miss me too
I really hope that you miss me too
She makes my mondays feel like fridays
She makes my ruby tuesdays
Taste like benihanas
And all I really want is just
For us to get along
For us to get along
She makes my mondays feel like fridays
She makes my ruby tuesdays
Taste like benihanas
And all I really want is just
For us to get along
For us to get along
(One-two-three-four-five-six-do it!)
In the more beautiful of films
The hopeless protagonist dies in the end
And whether his eyes stay shut
Or he just stops caring enough
It just feels the same
You made my mondays feel like fridays
You made my ruby tuesdays taste like benihanas
And all I really wanted
Was for us to get along
(Give me a break)