I am just a boy
I am a loser geek
She is just a girl
Such a pretty girl
I think it's getting better for the two of us
All I want to do
I still see those scary guys
I think it's getting better for the two of us
Yeah she takes a bus
She goes to work
All the words they give her
Yes I think it's getting better for the two of us
Let's live the way we want to live
I really hope they go away
I can still hear those people say…
Working in a record store
Yes I moved to San Francisco
Just to see what I could be
Crazy with an evil streak
Yes
I do believe
There is a
Violent thing
Inside of me
She is doing what she can
She dances topless
When she's not playing in her band
Happy in an ugly place
Watching all the pretty people
Doing lots of ugly things
Yes I think it's getting better
Almost everyday
I could give a damn for what those people say
Is lose myself in your room
All you want is just
A slowfuck in the afternoon
When I am all alone at night
I kiss the ring you gave me
Then I swing with all my might
I think it's getting easier for you and me to agree
That the white men in black suits
They are diminishing
Yes I think they are diminishing
Yes I think that they diminish you
And they diminish me
I think they are diminishing
You know sometimes I hear those people say…
Over to the northside of the city
Stripping for the
Rich white men
Make her feel so soft and pretty
She wears them
But they never seem to fit
Yes I think it's getting better in the worst way
I refuse to be afraid of almost anyone
Afraid of all the things they do
Or the words they say
And hope they go away
I really hope they find a nice place
I hope they find it somewhere
I hope they go away