ManChild

[Intro] *(Instrumental: Banjo riff emulated by slap bass, upbeat fiddle, whistles, and handclaps)* [Verse 1] You got the looks, you got the moves, in the dark you’re such a saint, But daylight shows your childish grooves—man, you’re a paint-by-numbers fake. You flex your charm like a trophy won, but commitment’s your kryptonite, And every time I mention “us,” you vanish like a porch light. [Pre-Chorus] You’re all charm when the lights go low, But when I mention tomorrow, you play dumb, act slow. A wink, a grin, then you’re out the door— What’s the score? I’m keepin’ tally, but you’re still playin’ floor hockey. [Chorus] Oh, you’re a man in the sheets but a kid in the streets, All high-fives and fist bumps, no heartbeats. Oh You’re a pickup truck with no wheels to roll, (with no wheels to roll) Oh, you’re a ten in the sheets but a kid in the streets, A jukebox hero with a quarter soul. All joke, no heart—yeah, that’s your art, A blue ribbon boy who won’t play the part (who won’t play the part). [Verse 2] Friday nights you’re a king, spinnin’ lines, no strings, But talk “forever” and you’re ghostin’ like a ringtone that never rings. You’re a frat-house poet with a beer-can crown, A firework show that’s all spark, no sound. [Pre-Chorus] You’re all charm when the lights go low, But when I mention tomorrow, you play dumb, act slow. A wink, a grin, then you’re out the door— What’s the score? I’m keepin’ tally, but you’re still playin’ floor hockey. [Chorus] Oh, you’re a man in the sheets but a kid in the streets, All high-fives and fist bumps, no heartbeats. Oh You’re a pickup truck with no wheels to roll, (with no wheels to roll) Oh, you’re a ten in the sheets but a kid in the streets, A jukebox hero with a quarter soul. All joke, no heart—yeah, that’s your art, A blue ribbon boy who won’t play the part (who won’t play the part). [Bridge] *(Instrumental: Frenetic banjo riff, fiddle solo, handclaps, and stomping bass)* [Pre-Chorus] You’re all charm when the lights go low, But when I mention tomorrow, you play dumb, act slow. A wink, a grin, then you’re out the door— What’s the score? I’m keepin’ tally, but you’re still playin’ floor hockey. [Chorus] Oh, you’re a man in the sheets but a kid in the streets, All high-fives and fist bumps, no heartbeats. Oh You’re a pickup truck with no wheels to roll, (with no wheels to roll) Oh, you’re a ten in the sheets but a kid in the streets, A jukebox hero with a quarter soul. All joke, no heart—yeah, that’s your art, A blue ribbon boy who won’t play the part (who won’t play the part). [Outro] *(Instrumental fade: Banjo, fiddle, whistles, and handclaps)*