We've got Bob Dylan on the stereo   singing songs, and we sing along   You're playing DJ in your underwear   and I can't help but stare      You finish off the six pack,    now you can barely keep track   uh-uh yeah, uh-uh-yeah      You are an okay lover, you are an okay lover   Yeah, whoa whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh   You are an okay lover, you are an okay lover   Yeah      Smoke whispers from an ashtray into silence   at the party in the den   it's one night only but I think   it will stretch into morning   with your hands inside my hands      You finish off the six pack,    now you can barely keep track   uh-uh yeah uh-uh yeah      You are an okay lover, you are an okay lover   Whoa oh-oh oh oh oh oh   You are an okay lover, you are an okay lover      Don't put on your clothes   I'm not too young, baby you're not too old   Don't put on your clothes   tomorrow we'll trade back the hearts that we stole      Don't put on your clothes   Tomorrow we'll tradge back the hearts that we stole   uh-uh yeah uh-uh yeah yeah yeah yeah      whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh      You are an okay lover, you are an okay lover      Yeah, whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh   You are an okay lover, you are an okay lover      Yeah