Got no plans, got no clothes
Got no piano, ain’t got no shows
No, I’ve got nothing to do
But to be stuck on you
Got no flights out of here
Got no TV shows until next year
No, I’ve got nothing to do
But to be stuck on you
Baby, you’re my liquor, I’m addicted to you
So I’ll just be stuck on, stuck on f-ckin’ you
Stuck on f-ckin’ you
I don’t ever want just another boy or a girl
Baby you and I, baby you and I could change the world
I don’t ever want just another boy or a girl to love
I’m stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck on you
Got all night, no cameras
We got no champagne but we got drugs
No, I’ve got nothing to do
But to be stuck on you
Purple shades, cymbal clock
Gonna spend my time rocking on top
Yea, I’ve got nothing to do
But to be stuck on you
Baby you’re my Johnny Walker, baby it’s true
So I’ll just be stuck on, stuck on f-ckin’ you
Stuck on f-ckin’ you
I don’t ever want just another boy or a girl
Cause baby you and I, baby you and I could change the world
I don’t ever want just another boy or a girl to love
I’m stuck, stuck, stuck on you
On you
Got no plans, got no flights
We’re outta here, no TV shows
But we got mice in the kitchens
No, we don’t care cause we’re in love
Get in the shower, I meet you there
I bought you some hippie sh-t from the Deli downstairs, oh yeah
Love it when my man smells so good
Don’t forget me baby
Don’t forget me when I leave and go on tour
Cause I know your life will be a snore
You’d be stuck on f-ckin’ this hooker *whore*
This hooker hoo hoo
Got no nothing, you’re in the next room
You fell asleep on my tour bed
While me and Fernando and Paul and Justin and Dave are making music
But I missed you
The fridge is broken, we’re drinking warm champagne
But we don’t care ’cause we’re in Minnesota
And we’re sold out show again
And it’s a sold out show again
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