I think it’s time to call your landlord Just tell him that you’re moving out Yeah, you’re tired of his stupid rules anyway
I think it’s time to pack some boxes We’ll load them up into my car We’ll leave your mattress by the road and drive away
To my place (my place) Your place (your place) Our little hideaway Our little sweet escape My place (my place) Your place (your place) Our little hideaway from What in the world do we call this world anyway
I think it’s time to / to call it all off We know it wasn’t working out Yeah, I’m tired of your shitty car anyway I think it’s time, see, we’re oh so different You’re always blabbing about tomorrow But I want the moment so let’s go our separate ways
To my place (my place) Your place (your place) Our little hideaways Our little sweet escapes My place (my place) Your place (your place) Our little hideaways from What in the world do we call this world anyway
Move in (get out) You’ll think I’m crazy but Move in (get out) I think we need our own space Move in (get out) You’ll think I’m crazy but I think we need our own place