Lyrics

Never gave a thought to fashion until Someone said I looked like you Never gave a thought to passion until Someone said I screw like you Baby, I was never cool enough To get a job at a record store And, if I had, I wouldn't want you anymore So, I never gave a thought to rash-in' until Someone said I had a rash like you Never gave a thought to mashin' until Someone said I mash like you Baby, I was never cool enough To get a job at a record store But, if I had, I wouldn't want you Wouldn't want you See Dick, see Jane See how they both complain See how they go 'round and 'round over nothin' at all Me Dick, you Jane See how we all complain See how we get all wrapped up in nothin' at all Here's your suckerpunch So, I never gave a thought to crashin' until Someone said I crash like you Never gave a thought to passion until Someone said I screw like you Baby, I was never cool enough To get a job at a record store But, if I had, I wouldn't want you Wouldn't want you Wouldn't want you See Dick, see Jane See how they both complain See how they go 'round and 'round over nothin at all You Dick, me Jane See how we all complain See how I get all screwed up over nothin' at all Here's your suckerpunch...