So i shook hands with you freelymade a promise not to clean the slateand i didn't need you 'til melodydrew a line between love and hateand i know i can be self righteousand we both like to stretch the truthbut there's never been a song or a melodythat reminds me less of youthhey there hey theredebbie down debbie down
And i felt my head explodingso i left it beside the roadin the tall grass whereall the deer despairat the thought of being stuffed in my homeand first we were antisocialtil we tried hibernating throughall the seasons where you dye your hairin a failed attempt on blue
Said the fibber to the snakethere's an opportunist dudewatch his mouth its open wideand he trying not to eat youhey there hey theredebbie down debbie down