I point the signal towards the window
I press the button that makes you wiggle
You got a day job and I got night school
We got a good life and the giggles

I put the paper in the machine
After we wake up and snooze for thirteen
You help the hungry, I feed the wealthy
And we got good friends, they're always thirsty

But is it too soon to call it official?
I won't jump before I hear the whistle
If this is special I'll cut through metal
With the sugar in our kettle

Let's take a road trip I'll bring the fruit snacks
I got some mixtapes, you got a backpack
You'll drive through daylight, I'll use the headlights
We'll roll through tunnels, not use the road signs

And you can tell me about your mother
And your sister and two brothers
You'll talk for hours, I'll talk for hours
We'll stay in hotels, I'll buy you flowers

But is it too soon to call it official?
I won't jump before I hear the whistle
If this is special I'll cut through metal
With the sugar in our kettle

Well I have day dreams about our castle
And my new life after the tassel
We'll serve up snow storms, we'll conquer summer
And all our good friends will start to wonder

How do they do it without a title?
And as the skeptics put us on trial
Oh we'll just wrestle, we'll cut through metal
With the sugar in our kettle
Oh we'll just wrestle, we'll cut through metal
With the sugar in our kettle

Oh we'll just wrestle, we'll cut through metal
With the sugar in our kettle


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