My dear, you look so pale
Looks like you've been through hell
Sit down next to me
In the garden under our tree
I'm not the stereotype
I'm just an ordinary guy
I don't know how to tie my shoes
And I don't know how to live without you
My dear, you look so tan
Ever since you joined that band
Out late, driving around
Staying hidden until you're found
I'm not the stereotype
I'm not looking to fight
I learned how to tie my shoes
And I learned now how to live without you