(P. Pentland/Sloan) 



Burn it down 

Now we can't have anymore 

So turn it south 

We're headed for sunny shores 

Pick me up in your limousine 

Take me out to lunch 

Pry my mind with the best champagnes 

And make me talk too much 



Something's always wrong with this situation 

(Something's always wrong) 

'Cause when it comes down to you and me 

We never get along 

I know someone that looks like you 

But they don't have the fire you do 

In your eyes 



Heads up 

Here she comes 

Eyes glazed over 

And a bottle of fun 

She keeps moving 

But she's fading fast 

She says she's never felt sicker 

But she's having a blast 

But look inside 

She feels like crying 

Bottle's dry 

And no one's buying 



Something's always wrong with this situation 

(Something's always wrong) 

'Cause when it comes down to you and me 

We never get along 

I know someone that looks like you 

But they don't have the fire you do 

In your eyes 



Have a drink to toast yourself 

And another to your health 

And one more for the road 

And the good times 



Burn it down 

And we can't have anymore 

So turn it south 

We're headed for sunny shores 



Something's always wrong with this situation 

(Something's always wrong) 

'Cause when it comes down to you and me 

We never get along 

I know someone that looks like you 

But they don't have the fire you do 

In your eyes 

In your eyes 

In your eyes