I packed all my bags like you said,
And maybe I sat too long on that top step,
Twiddling my thumbs and counting my dead.
I read all those books that you read,
You know, the ones you said would change my life,
My life was changed but it wasn't those books.
You fit so nice in my head,
Nobody dresses up quite like you,
You fit so nice in my--
You stumbled into my room,
And you rearranged all that shit on my shelves,
Well I'm not complaining, my shelves needed arranging.
So we headed off to the hills,
Where we grew our own food and we paid our own bills,
We lived off the land, well isn't that grand
You fit so nice in my head,
Nobody dresses up quite like you,
You fit so nice in my head,
You fit so nice in my bed,
Nobody gives it up quite like you,
You fit so nice