What You Preach

Head in the ceiling fan I know we'll never make it past our town This one feels like cool your jets this one feels like harpoons again Healthy we both know that I waited for you just to stab me like that Not much I can't do except lay here in my room with my hands down my pants Staring at the ceiling fan I got a big reputation cauliflower and body language Tie-dyed curtains you always get the best of me Some girls take feng shui and some girlies cheerlead And they become flight attendants and then worry about their diet And end up with some prick who can't go a single day without gibberish Slow heaven forbid cool your jets if I gotta lay here in my room you'll definitely understand I care about baby steps and I'd party on the floor like it's Japan With my head in the ceiling fan thinking about you know who again This girl is a lunatic cauliflower and harpoons again Ooo ooo ooo just can't reach that salt shelf Put me in coach I throw a hot dog down the hallway Yep tell the quarterback this could be our big secret Heard you're sewing Jesus backpack baby now I gotta see it Cough it up just your luck just this once Tell the quarterback this could be our big secret Crazy is it mine crazy can I keep it Tell the quarterback this could be our big secret