Paroles: The Queers. Don't Mess It Up.

I really don't know what I'm doing
Hanging out with you
Trying to be cool when you know that I'm not
It's funny but It's true
I'm hip to your trip, I wanna be kissing those lips
I'm tired of dreaming of getting my kicks

Don't mess it up now - [x3]

I always wanted to be with a girl
Who loved me all day long
I can't explain what's in my brain
But something's going on
I'm hip to your trip, I wanna be kissing those lips
I'm tired of dreaming of getting my kicks

Don't mess it up now - [x3]

[Guitar solo - Bridge - Chorus - To end]