I left the letter at your door. I light your cigarette just once more Now I say what I needed left the suitcase in your hallway dried up flowers down
Here I am, here I stand Took a picture of my hand Bet you can tell it's not mannicured Here I am, half a man, I'm not a doctor, I'm not a tan And I
Here I am, here I stand Took a picture of my hand Bet you can tell it's not manicured Here I am, half a man Not a doctor I'm not tan, and I never helped
Compare the way my body looks through the magazines, don't know why everybody's buying into the scene. So I'm gonna drive down the boulevard not caring
