Test it, Otis weak to bear our weight, kicks on nine and caps on eight. Don’t hold for me. I’m a mandrake, land for lease to rot: “so shrill!” Thread too bare to grip these hills
Will it elevate me? Will it educate me? But is it gonna pay my bills? Who is gonna pay my bills? NOT ME!
For fashion, I’ll stop and spray the flowerpot, scent too sweet for second thought.
I’ve made up my mind, I will find one small moment and I’ll text you. And I’ll fact-check every reference that I make, learn the language to impress you. Cause I’m yours, and if you tell me that you’re mine, you’re the one I’m getting next to, but our love ain’t gonna pay my bills.