I am not a reason to be reasoned in a polyester cloak
She is always thinking, always waking up in increments of hope
Don't dare drop it right before it's greater
I am not your California saviour
But it's true, I'm not ready for the move
It's true, I'm not ready for the move
All about the crocs, the surly strong
A bastard in a room, twirling his thumbs
Twirling his thumbs
Tracing circles in the motel, write the cheque and skip the meal
Rockets run that's made for fun is bound to end in ordeals
Don't you feel the energy is potent?
I am not your selfless wounded rodent
But it's true, I'm not ready for the move
It's true, I'm not ready for the move
All about the crocs, the surly strong
A bastard in a room, twirling his thumbs
Twirling his thumbs
Measure yourself in line
Against the other simple fines
The other simple fines
There is no match in my files
I'm clumsy and pulling the blind
Pulling the blind
But it's true, I'm not ready for the move
It's true, I'm not ready for the move
All about the crocs, the surly strong
The bastard in a room, twirling his thumbs
Twirling his thumbs
Twirling his thumbs
Twirling his thumbs
Twirling his thumbs
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