What's The 5th Line?

i will tell you what it takes, it takes a world that doesn't mate. now i'm sick of giving pearls to a million different girls. i hope they shined them nice, cause they're from a dirty kid who doesn't even care what clothes they wear them with. i see how hot you are and how not hot i am, i'm just a little burnt out sun that plays an instrument. you see more the less time you can see it and it's true cause i never see you. i'll meet a girl and she'll take off her clothes. have kids in the yard with a white picket fence. i'll go to bed but i just don't feel right. i will still love you when i have a wife. irish girls, angry moms, cuban and italian bombs. an italian nose can't fit in cuban clothes. well neither can you, you shop at every mall to try on every jean your creepy boss would kill to see. i don't blame you for that lust for his little secretary. you see more the less time you can see it and it's true, cause i never see you. i'll meet a girl and she'll take off her clothes. have kids in the yard with a white picket fence. i'll go to bed but i just don't feel right. i will still love you when i have a wife. i will still love you when i, i have a wife.