what, what, whatcha say, Mr. Clean?I'm flagging you down

aren't going your wayAnd it's written all over your

said I wanted Thin Mints and you said you

red, laying on your chest(and we do what we

times like these, wish I had a time machineSo I

do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)(Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)Oh, not another

parents told us when our time on earth is

no right way to loveThere’s no wrong way to

haven't been quite the sameThere's a haze on the

Atlanta, Georgia, September 29, 2022Come over tonight, my room is spotlessI'm

the rain is blowing in your faceAnd the whole

oh-oh, oh-oh (Oh-oh, la-la)Da-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ahUh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh,

know I have good judgment, I know I have

know I have good judgment, I know I have

I didn't make you feel so irreplaceableI wish I didn't

me, sirI'd like to have a conversationTell me 'bout

I've got my phone propped upOn my kitchen countertopAnd mom's making

poseFlash, vogueHead, toesI drip been as happy as

yeah, yeah)Ah, ah, so scared you might really get

Sabrina done sang his final tuneShe was dancin' in