(P. PentlandSloan)



Burn it down

Now we can't have anymore

So turn it south

We're headed for sunny shores

Pick me up in your limousine

Take me out to lunch

Pry my mind with the best champagnes

And make me talk too much



Something's always wrong with this situation

(Something's always wrong)

'Cause when it comes down to you and me

We never get along

I know someone that looks like you

But they don't have the fire you do

In your eyes



Heads up

Here she comes

Eyes glazed over

And a bottle of fun

She keeps moving

But she's fading fast

She says she's never felt sicker

But she's having a blast

But look inside

She feels like crying

Bottle's dry

And no one's buying



Something's always wrong with this situation

(Something's always wrong)

'Cause when it comes down to you and me

We never get along

I know someone that looks like you

But they don't have the fire you do

In your eyes



Have a drink to toast yourself

And another to your health

And one more for the road

And the good times



Burn it down

And we can't have anymore

So turn it south

We're headed for sunny shores



Something's always wrong with this situation

(Something's always wrong)

'Cause when it comes down to you and me

We never get along

I know someone that looks like you

But they don't have the fire you do

In your eyes

In your eyes

In your eyes