I'll tell you what there is plenty wrong with me   But I fixed up a few old buildings and I planted a few trees   And 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   'Cause you are way, way, way, way sweet      And it's just that kind of evening that cracks open like a half shaken beer   Cool and refreshing and running down your arm   And baby there's really no other place I'd rather be than here   Pardon my periodic alarm      You are ever true, ever new in love   And I mean that in the best and worst way   And I don't really know what I was so mad about   But the full moon is about a week away      And I'll tell you what there is plenty wrong with you   Stuff you'd sooner fight for than cop to   But I think it's just more reason why we are meant to be   People say that I look like you and you look like me      We get this crazy combination of everything and nothing right   But we are way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way tight   Yeah, we are way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way tight   Yeah, we are way, way, way, way, way, way, way tight