I was talking, not two days ago,
To a certain bartender I'm lucky to know
That they're so many things in this town that make me tired
And they're so many people that leave me uninspired
And he said, "You're lucky to even know me.
You're lucky to be alive.
You're lucky to be drinking here for free
'Cause I'm a sucker for your lucky, pretty eyes."
And I was thinking, not ten days ago,
About all the famous me that I'd like to know
And I asked Henry, my bartending friend
If I should bother dating un-famous men.
And Henry said, "You're lucky to even know me.
You're lucky to be alive.
You're lucky to be drinking here for free
'Cause I'm a sucker for your lucky, pretty eyes."
And then he said,
"Do you want to be a polyester bride?
Or do you want to hang your head and die?
Do you want to find alligator cowboy boots they just put on sale?
Do you want to pack your things and fly away from here?
Princess do you really want to pack your things and fly away from here?"
And I was thinking, not two days ago,
About a beautiful boy that I know
And I was hating him 'cause he wouldn't call me
And I was hating him 'cause he wouldn't fall for me.
And Henry said, "You're lucky to even know him.
You're lucky that he's alive.
You're lucky that he's not smart enough to read you
Yeah 'cause he'd see what a mess you are inside."
And then he said,
"Do you want to be a polyester bride?
Or do you want to hang your head and die?
Do you want to find alligator cowboy boots they just put on sale?
Do you want to flap your wings and fly away from here?
Princess do you
Really want to flap your wings and fly away from here?
"Because you've got time."
He keeps telling me, "You've got time."
But I don't believe him. "You've got time."
'Cause I'm not listening. "You've got time."
I'm too busy pushing harder
I'm too busy pushing farther away
But he keeps telling me, "Baby," he says, "Baby
you know, you've got time."
He keeps telling me, "You've got time,"
But I don't believe him. "You've got time."
'Cause I'm not listening. "You've got time,"
I'm too busy pushing harder
I'm too busy pushing farther away.
But he keeps telling me, "Baby," he says,
"Baby, do you want to be a polyester bride?
Or do you want to hang your head and die?
Do you want to find alligator cowboy boots they just put on sale?
Do you want to flap your wings and fly away from here?
Princess, do you really want to flap your wings and fly away from here?
Princess, do you really want to flap your wings and fly?"