Facts and fiction you spit all to save friction
Could you look me in the eye and tell a lie?
You never call when you're out plowing snow
Or when you and yr girlfriends take down gold posts
You'll never kiss these lips or get the public displays you wish
Just go and put yr lovin' up yr nose
Beverly, Please its not like I'm holding a gun to you
I just want to know if yr ever gonna tell the truth
Beverly, I'm about to lose my mind for you
I just wanna come give yr bolos back to you
But you lay in bed smokin' Newports 'til two
With you, I don't know what to do
I don't know what to say
Cuz you'll never kiss this lips that PDA I won't miss, Oh.
