Clean - Incubus

Today, everything was fine

Until roundabout, quarter to nine

I suddenly found myself in a bind, a bind

Was it something I said?

Something I read and manifested that’s getting you down

Don’t you dare come to bed with that ambiguous look in your eye

I’d sooner sleep by an open fire and wake up fried

Say what you will

Say what you mean

No, you could never offend

Your dirty words come out clean

Tomorrow, what price will I pay?

Could I make it all up to you by serving coffee for two in bed?

Would you then gimme the time of day?

I need a map of your head

Translated into English

So I can learn not to make you frown

You’d feel better if you’d vent

Put your frustrations into four letter words

And let them out on mine

The most weathered ears in town

Say what you will

Say what you mean

No, you could never offend

Your dirty words come out clean

Clean, clean

Clean, clean-clean

Clean-clean

Say what you will

Say what you mean

No, you could never offend

Your dirty words come out clean