I'll tell you what there is plenty wrong with me

But I fixed up a few old buildings and I planted a few trees

And children seem to like me and animals too

Like the birds and the bees



And eating a sandwich standing over the kitchen counter

With only the sound of chewing in the room

I can see you as a challenge that I will eagerly meet

'Cause you are way, way, way, way sweet



And it's just that kind of evening that cracks open like a half shaken beer

Cool and refreshing and running down your arm

And baby there's really no other place I'd rather be than here

Pardon my periodic alarm



You are ever true, ever new in love

And I mean that in the best and worst way

And I don't really know what I was so mad about

But the full moon is about a week away



And I'll tell you what there is plenty wrong with you

Stuff you'd sooner fight for than cop to

But I think it's just more reason why we are meant to be

People say that I look like you and you look like me



We get this crazy combination of everything and nothing right

But we are way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way tight

Yeah, we are way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way tight

Yeah, we are way, way, way, way, way, way, way tight