You sit at the bar and order
And then you strike me with your eyes
I'm from another planet
And you're mama's boy
Listen, I've had enough playing with toys
I need someone who won't hit the brakes
Someone who's brave enough to stay until the end
Someone who wants problems
And you're classy
You can't carry through
And you're classy
You can't carry through, mi amor
And you're classy, you can't carry through
And your rivals give up
And you're classy, you just never stood still
Until you had me just for yourself
You're classy, I've been saving you a spot
But I despise waiting on you
I'm going crazy, I can't put up with it
If you don't come next to me immediately
I've been saving you a spot
You sit across from me and so it begins
Which of our two looks causes suffering?
You pet a cat once
But it's not tame at all
Which one of us will get drunk?
Which one of us will defeat their stubbornness?
Okay, I admit it, you're good
For the longest time I've been looking for someone like this