And you are the most beautiful thing I have seen in a while Buttons and sweaters all knotted together Free from outside harm
I will dream a rotten curse just to please my brain I've got bodies in the back of my American car
Oh, you've been told that you're beautiful One million too many times It's not the problems, it's the shitty solutions It's the city pollutions, it's time
You're a few of my favorite things 1 through 42 You wanted a solution, the solution's I'm a comin' for you
Problems are ghosts They infiltrate seamlessly my little life that I try to lead
Take it all back and live like an artifact You've got me pacing the room
Try to think of which one's worse Me or school parades I've got bodies in the back of my Cadillac