Looking at a grey sky
Blue skys are coming
So I don't mind
I'm gonna look her in the eye
And I say hey hi how's it going?
How's she gonna take it, god knows
She's got time
But she don't wanna give it to me
She's got time
But she don't wanna give it to me
Sitting on the tube
With my brown bag, black bag, red bag, blue bag
With my CDs and my two guitars
And my face with scars
Oh god no
She's got time
But she don't wanna give it to me
She's got time
But she don't wanna give it to me
Chewing on my food
On the floor
At the station
Guess a bk's ok
Try to be friendly
I say "yo", do you want a haribo
She says "no"
She's got time
But she don't wanna give it to me
She's got time
But she don't wanna give it to me
She's got time
But she don't wanna give it to me
She's got time
But she don't wanna give it to me
