Weezer

We grow old, our hearts are dim But our minds are free, to fly where they will Your beauty is faded, you’re a broken shell It’s only the weak that fall for your spell You can’t control me no more cleopatra, patra, patra You can’t control me no more cleopatra, patra, patra It’s time to…

What’s with these homies dissin’ my girl? Why do they gotta front? What did we ever do to these guys That made them so violent? Woo-hoo, but you know i’m yours Woo-hoo, and i know you’re mine Woo-hoo, that’s for all the time I look just like buddy holly And you’re mary tyler moore I…