Beast For Hire - Boat

Pants, lie on the floor

My girlfriend, well, she walks through the door

In the dark I’m not a good listener

My ears close at the sound of the door swinging shut

Won’t you put your new shirt on?

We’ll go out

We’ll drive around and around

I’m a beast for hire

I don’t feel smart

No, I don’t feel smart anymore

I’m a beast in a middle school choir

I don’t sing straight

No, I don’t even try anymore