Sometimes there's nothing to say at first
Well, that's a mighty blow
You get something for nothing, but have nothing to show
But oh, it's the sweetest thing
Oh, it's the sweetest thing
Don't tell me nothing I don't know
Can't you feel something fast or slow?
If you see it all the time then you may start not to mind but I don't know
You take off every Thursday for the perfect view
Happiness came and went and now nothing is new
And if you feel like you're long overdue you can do better than that
Yeah, get your own