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 Mmm
'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
Blue Blue Blue
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 it 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