Well, I'm number five.

And she's number nine.

Walking down the lane

Where I live.

And I'm number one.

I'm gonna have my fun.

But the way she's got to give.

And I hardly know sometimes if she sees me

As I roll

Give me just one more chance,

I'll be beating at her door.

Well, I've been alone.

And I'll take you home,

But my bedroom smells like cough

I could take you out.

It would be my shout.

But you'll find that I'm no fun.

And I hardly know sometimes,

But I wonder "Is it love?"

Give me just one last chance.

Love, love, love, love.

Try to be her 'steady',

But I don't think she's ready enough.

And I hurt myself for reasons

I can't explain.

And I've watched her changing seasons,

I know that you don't want me, baby.

I don't care.

Ooooh.