Like questions on a survey You wanted to know more than a simple hey A bit personal and intuitive I didn't know if I could go through with it But on a scale of 1-10 I'd have to highly recommend You see she looked like a magazine And I didn't want to pay cover price Even though I got my bike from Fischer Price Never quite grew up to be man enough for a doll like that But she appreciated me for my chivalry I knocked on her door and no rat tat tat I was just waiting like the salesmen i denied Who had things for me to buy But like questions on a survey oh shit nevermind I can't really decide because a part of me is dead and a part of me is alive And I can't make up my mind Am I nice, courteous, secure? Or just another man who can't find his own cure? So i delve in alcoholism and hallucinogenic snacks But she always takes me back So I guess that's what it's about You don't have to be the most impressive individual But only need honest remorse and a desire to stay the course