I'm tired.
So tired.
I'm tired of having sex.
So tired.
I'm spread
so thin.
I don't know who I am.
Who I am.
Monday night, I'm makin' Jen.
Tuesday night, I'm makin' Lyn.
Wednesday night, I'm makin' Catherine.
Oh, why can't I be makin' love come true?
Oh!
Oh!
I'm beat
beet red,
ashamed of what I said.
What I said.
Oh, I'm sorry,
here I go.
I know I'm a sinner but I can't say no!
Say no.
Thursday night, I'm makin' Denise.
Friday night, I'm makin' Sharise.
Saturday night, I'm makin' Louise.
Oh, why can't I be makin' love come true?
What should I do?
Oh!
Tonight, I'm down on my knees.
Tonight, I'm beggin' you please.
Tonight, tonight, please!
Oh, why can't I be makin' love come true?
All lyrics are by Weezer and have been looked over by MDT. I didn't write this. Don't say I did. I'll deny it. Go ahead. Accuse me. I'll countersue that ass. CH-POW!
