Delilah Likes The Dead Milkmen
I think about you everyday
I know that I'm a creep
But you gotta understand
What you're doing to me
You never met me, I don't care
You've got my hazel eyes
And dirty blonde hair
That will seal my demise
She's a bass playing girl
With a life of her own
And I can only sit and stare
Foreign to my own
I think she hates me on the phone
That's fair (1, 2, 3)
It's you, it's you
All I think about is you
If you were just to disappear
I don't know what to do
It's you, it's true
I don't exist to you
Ten thousand miles
Away from me
I'd jump the fucking puddle for you
I'd jump the fucking puddle for you
I'd jump the fucking puddle for you
I'd jump the fucking puddle for you
(5, 6, 7, 8)
[Instrumental Break]
Time for a self-loathing verse
I think that it feels right
To fit into a genre that I
Both love and despise
The thought of us together
Makes me feel real freakin' sweet
But that'll never happen
I'm retarded, don't you think?
She's an art fancy girl
With her ducks in a row
And I can only sit and stare
She'll hate this song
That's fair (1, 2, 3)
It's you, it's you
All I think about is you
If you were just to disappear
I don't know what to do
It's you, it's true
I don't exist to you
Ten thousand miles
Away from me
I'd jump the fucking puddle for you
It's you, it's you
All I think about is you
If you were just to disappear
I don't know what to do
It's you, it's true
I don't exist to you
Ten thousand miles
Away from me
I'd jump the fucking puddle for you
I would jump the fucking puddle for you
I would jump the fucking puddle for you
I would jump the fucking puddle for you
I would jump the fucking puddle for you
