We've got Bob Dylan on the stereo
singing songs, and we sing along
You're playing DJ in your underwear
and I can't help but stare
You finish off the six pack,
now you can barely keep track
uh-uh yeah, uh-uh yeah
Yeah, whoa whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh
You are an okay lover,
you are an okay lover
Yeah, whoa whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh
You are an okay lover,
you are an okay lover
Smoke whispers from an ashtray into silence
at the party in the den
it's one night only but I think it will stretch into morning
with your hands inside my hands
You finish off the six pack,
now you can barely keep track
uh-uh yeah uh-uh yeah
Yeah, whoa whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh
You are an okay lover,
you are an okay lover
Whoa oh-oh oh oh oh oh
You are an okay lover,
you are an okay lover
Don't put on your clothes
I'm not too young, baby you're not too old
Don't put on your clothes
tomorrow we'll trade back the hearts that we stole
Don't put on your clothes
Tomorrow we'll tradge back the hearts that we stole
uh-uh yeah uh-uh yeah yeah uh-uh yeah yeah yeah yeah
whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh
You are an okay lover,
you are an okay lover
Yeah, whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
You are an okay lover,
you are an okay lover