500 ways to taste your glaze
and I just might
500 days trapped in your maze
without a light
Monday you don't know what to do
Tuesday you sure don't have a clue
Thursday's not been so good to you
Friday you really got to go
What more is there to know?
All your silly yes men are now saying no
So move on down the road
Before this love implodes
Before this love gets uglier
than a wart on a toad

500 lies live in your eyes and make you blind
500 guys live in your thighs and bleed you dry

Yesterday I would die for you
But today it's not something I could do
Right now you just can't buy a clue
and tomorrow you really got to go
What more is there to know?
All your soaring highs have now turned in to lows
so move on down the road
before this love implodes
before this love gets uglier
than a wart on a toad

Now you claim that you can't count that high
and you're running out of time to buy
but if I had a dime for every dime
I'd have five hundred dollars worth of time

All your soaring highs have now turned in to lows
so move on down the road
before this love implodes
before this love gets uglier
than a wart on a toad