oh, ernest, you're earnest even when things start to go wrong. oh, ernest, it's easy to assume the worst and just play along. oh, ernest, you're earnest, even though you've never met me. and you offer me a cigarette and make it seem like it was rolled just for me.
i don't have an attraction to you just like i don't have a taste for wine, until you kissed me and the sweet taste sent shivers down my spine. not because i felt like things were finally going to go right, but instead i was scared and just wanted a place to stay the night.
oh, ernest, you're earnest. you know you can always have me. as long as you cover the bill to our dinner, then i am yours to please.
sometimes i think about how i don't have enough respect for my body, but maybe i have it all wrong--maybe my body doesn't have respect for me.
and i don't think that's a bad thing, because with all the money i save on dinner and records, maybe i'll buy some lucky guy a wedding ring.