Norman fucking Rockwell

Goddamn, man-child
 You fucked me so good that I almost said, "I love you"
 You're fun and you're wild
 But you don't know the half of the shit
 That you put me through
 Your poetry's bad and you blame the news
 But I can't change that
 And I can't change your mood (Aah)
 
 'Cause you're just a man
 It's just what you do
 Your head in your hands
 As you color me blue, mm
 Yeah, you're just a man
 All through and through
 Your head in your hands
 As you color me blue
 Blue, blue, blue
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 Goddamn, man-child
 You act like a kid even though you stand six foot two
 Self-loathing poet, resident Laurel Canyon, know-it-all
 You talk to the walls when the party gets bored of you
 But I don't get bored, I just see you through
 Why wait for the best when I could have you?
 You
 'Cause you're just a man
 It's just what you do
 Your head in your hands
 As you color me blue
 Yeah, you're just a man
 All through and through
 Your head in your hands
 As you color me blue, mm
 Blue, blue
 You make me blue
 Blue, blue
 Blue, blue, blue
 Blue, blue, blue, blue