mincing words around her skirt,   singing mincing words about nothing.   dancing crazy to old rock songs   I drank until I was a one man angry mob      and you are beautiful,   you, you are troubled,   you're the motormouth    and you're the one I think about   even though you got there first,   it was me who was waiting for you   and your boyfriend's   gonna kill me   but I think that's brought me   closer to you      holding hands in taxicabs,   locking eyes and funny stories   fireworks with bottles of beer   where are you, when you're not here?      you are beautiful,   and you, you are troubled   you're the motormouth and    you're the one I think about   and even though you got there first,   it was me, who was waiting for you   and your boyfriend's   gonna kill me   but I think that's brought me   closer to you      laying down like passing out   pull down the sunset from the park bench   your half-love brings me such sorrow   it's over: call you tomorrow      you are beautiful,   and you, you are troubled   you're the motormouth and    you're the one I think about   and even though you got there first,   it was me, who was waiting for you   and your boyfriend's   gonna kill me   but I think that's brought me   closer to you...you are beautiful,   and you, you are troubled   you're the motormouth and    you're the one I think about   and even though you got there first,   it was me, who was waiting for you   and your boyfriend's   gonna kill me   but I think that's brought me   closer to you