1, 2, 3, 4

You're a dime a dozen, but I'm just about as broke as a joke
But I'm gonna try to make you miserable
Can't you see that I'm the one looking for the right things to say?
But baby, they can't find their way to me

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-whoa-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-whoa-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh

So, I can't find the right words to say
But maybe a melody will find its way before they do
I 'd rather sing to you, oh
And all of your friends and all the time I spend alone
I try to sleep and anxiously I'm waiting for tonight to be over, over, over
And every time I see you in my dreams, it makes me squeeze my pillow, tighter, tighter

You're a dime a dozen and you're pretty good at cutting it close
But I'm gonna try to make you know this song
To all your friends and all the time I that spend alone
I try to sleep and anxiously I'm waiting for tonight to be over, over, over
And every time I see you in my dreams, it makes me squeeze my pillow, tighter, tighter

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-whoa-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-whoa-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh

You're a dime a dozen, but I'm just about as broke as a joke
But I'm gonna try to make you miserable
Can't you see that maybe a melody will find its way before they do?