(P. Pentland/Sloan)
Burn it down
Now we can`t have anymore
So turn it south
We`re headed for sunny shores
Pick me up in your limousine
Take me out to lunch
Pry my mind with the best champagnes
And make me talk too much
Something`s always wrong with this situation
(Something`s always wrong)
`Cause when it comes down to you and me
We never get along
I know someone that looks like you
But they don`t have the fire you do
In your eyes
Heads up
Here she comes
Eyes glazed over
And a bottle of fun
She keeps moving
But she`s fading fast
She says she`s never felt sicker
But she`s having a blast
But look inside
She feels like crying
Bottle`s dry
And no one`s buying
Something`s always wrong with this situation
(Something`s always wrong)
`Cause when it comes down to you and me
We never get along
I know someone that looks like you
But they don`t have the fire you do
In your eyes
Have a drink to toast yourself
And another to your health
And one more for the road
And the good times
Burn it down
And we can`t have anymore
So turn it south
We`re headed for sunny shores
Something`s always wrong with this situation
(Something`s always wrong)
`Cause when it comes down to you and me
We never get along
I know someone that looks like you
But they don`t have the fire you do
In your eyes
In your eyes
In your eyes