Serious - Mr. J. Medeiros, Stro

I don’t want to wait another day

It could get a little serious

I don’t want to throw it all away

It could get a little serious

I got my mind made up

They say give it time but even time gave up

They say give her the finer things pay up

I say leave her to find her wings and wake up

This is how we break up

Order me around

Ill water down your make up

You ordering a pound of flesh but can’t cut

Your older then you sound I guess

Now say what

And here she struts

Fear she I hear she steers me nuts

Clearly the mirror and me ain’t seen much

Since the deer and the 18 wheeler went crush

And went flush with the pavement

I rushed in like a head

Must of been the Days Inn

Or the ways in which we touched on our way in

Carpe diem turns to carpe damned

I don’t want to wait another day

It could get a little serious

I don’t want to throw it all away

It could get a little serious

I don’t want to see you smile

It could get a little serious

I don’t want to see your eyes

It could get a little serious

She ain’t much on the weigh in

But she gotta punch that’ll punch through a man

Leave me with a hole in my ozone

The reason why I’m colder then a snow cone

Cleaving to the rubble left

No ones home

All alone beaten by the double x chromosome

I know it looks funny

I laughed when I saw the half she took from me

I laughed when she walked pass me

Like a runway Mrs’s

With a one way ticket on a Sunday

This is just the way it goes

I didn’t know she was a teaser

But I know a little Weazer

And even they singing to me say it ain’t so

Singing say it ain’t so

Even they singing to me say it ain’t so

Say it ain’t so

I don’t want to wait another day

It could get a little serious

I don’t want to throw it all away