Way Tight

I tell you what - there is plenty wrong with me,

but I fixed up a few old buildings...

and I planted a few trees.

children seem to like me,

and animals, too -

like the birds and the bees...

and eating a sandwich,

standing over the kitchen counter

with only the sound of chewing in the room -

I can see you as a challenge,

that I will eagerly meet...

'cuz you are way way way way sweet.

it's just that kind of evening -

that cracks open like a half shaken beer,

cool and refreshing, running down your arm,

baby, there's no other place i'd rather be...

than here, parting my periodic alarm.

you are ever true, ever new in love...

and I mean that in the best and worst way.

I don't really know what I was so mad about,

but the full moon is about a week away.

I tell you what - there is plenty wrong with you,

stuff you'd sooner fight for than cop to

I think it's just more reason why we are meant to be;

people say I look like you and you look like me...

a crazy combination of everything and nothing right...

we are way way way way way way way way way tight,

yes, we are way way way way way way way way way tight,

we are way way way way way way way way way tight.