Some like to go

To tenerife for at least a week

Buy the atoll package and flirt with strangers out at the beach

Some stay at home

And hammer their insides just because.

Loosen up now, honey

We're a match made in hell

They're a roll of the dice

He's not coming out the closet

She'd try anything twice.

And nobody's perfect

Nobody's perfect

Though some, some people get close

Some people get close.

Close enough for cigars and jazz

I'm so far removed

I can't see the trees for the broken plants

Come hop aboard

The tragical misery tour.

And loosen up now, honey

Who cares if she likes the girls

Or if he likes the boys

Or why they like to judge

Or why some just use toys.

When nobody's perfect

Nobody's perfect

Though some, some people get close

Some people get close.

And I think you should know

I think you should know

That last night I drunk dialled a friend of a friend

And went smoking inside petrol stations again

Gets me off

It really gets me off

Now anxiety's serving us drinks at the bar

We're two treehuggers trapped in a muscle car

That's enough for me,

That's enough.

Oh, but if that storm comes in the bottle, let's meet

Don't go spilling your guts out on harley street.

Cos nobody's perfect

Nobody's perfect

Though some, some people get close

Some people get close.

Don't tell me I'm flawed

My flaws don't deserve it

Don't sell us your cures

We're sick and we're worth it

I spend my life in transit though you're stationary

I guess we're all wired differently.

I guess we're wired differently

If you're so very clever

How come you can't see?

Babe, we're wired differently.