You Better Watch Out

You better watch out Cause one of these days I’ll turn and ask you on a date Cause every bus ride You sit beside me I kill myself for things to say I’d take you to a film or maybe to a party We’d mix and mingle with the cityscape of youth They drink their Stellas and they They wear their getups that say They believe in something, but they don’t at all You’re not a one-stop, baby let me tell you You’re not a one-stop, baby I swear Oh driver don’t stop, don’t stop, never stop Cause here beside me sits the girl of my prayers “Caw caw! You can’t conquer them all You can’t conquer them all, so don’t try, no don’t try.” Mister Meek speaks And from my shoulder he squeaks And I can’t get up the cheek to just say hi We seem so far away In this knock-off of a heyday There are handshakes and that’s okay But it’s nothing like the touch from knee to knee