He's sure there's things he should be doing
The house is a bombsight
Clothes to hang and things need cleaning
Sitting round ain't right
She's curled up on the sofa reading
With a silhouette of crumbs
Waiting for the paint to dry
Blowing on her polished thumbs
He takes her to the shopping centre
And buys her boba tea
She's seen his future in her tarot
And it doesn't look good for thee
Driving home with music blaring
Chewing spearmint gum
Kathleen's breaking Chevy windows
Cos the carnival ain't fun
Strapped you to my chest
Carried you all around
Tried my very best
To raise you like I should
Strapped you to my chest
Carried you all around
Tried my very best
To raise you like I should
Strapped you to my chest
Carried you all around
Tried my very best
To raise you like I should
Strapped you to my chest
Carried you all around
Tried my very best
To raise you like I should