Coffee house, blue skies
I walk around crying
About the things I will never say to you, love
About the things I'll never be to you, love, oh
Shivers pass, and all my legs harness the pain into the pavement

About the things I'll never be to you, love
And all the things I will never say to you, love

Boy, money in your mouth
You're surrounded by models opening bottles for you
Money in your mouth
Devour beauty, it never comes out

Turn around, bright eyes
And listen to that song on that peak, 'cause it's what you like
And kiss me once, it was fine
But only 'cause I pictured you the whole time

And think of the things I will never say to you, love
Think of the things I'll never be to you, love
It's not what I want, it's not what I want
It's not what I want

Boy, money in your mouth
You're surrounded by models opening bottles for you
Money in your mouth
Devour the beauty that never comes out

Boy, with that chip on your shoulder
I bet it feels bad gettin' older
Oh, oh, feels bad, I bet it feels bad
Tainted love slips through your iris
Don't place your bits on it, three months isn't worth it

Boy with money in your mouth
You're surrounded by models opening bottles for you
Money in your mouth
Devour the beauty that never comes out

Boy, with that chip on your shoulder
I bet it feels bad gettin' older
Oh, oh, feels bad, I bet it feels bad