Ivy's got a boyfriend problem Working on a novel in my sleep Tell it to the jury, baby Well, I think it's a whodunit, oh, but Well, it may be an alarm clock But it just might be a bomb Nobody wants me but the law Hands across the watermelon Is academic, I ain't selling
Goodbye, close the screen door Nobody wants me but the law Yeah, I'll lay it down for you I keep turning up The Wedding Present You're too tired to turn me down Well, you're probably gonna tell me That this sounds a little adolescent Counting me, there's one-point-three million lonely people in this town Nobody wants me but the law Yeah, I'll lay it down for you Yeah, I'll lay it down for you Yeah, I'll lay it down for you