Pigeon Language

It’s so embarrassing
How hard I take to heart the things you sing
So many people love me
I’m so fucking lucky
I’m so fucking lucky

I never can quite understand
The pigeon language you speak with your friends
Always behind one beat
They’re so fucking lucky
They’re so fucking lucky

I’m not the type to wait by the phone
But if you call me up, I probably won’t say no
I’m scared the problem isn’t even you

Jesus Christ, your head felt so nice
In my lap on the Chinatown bus
Jesus Christ, your head felt so nice
In my lap on the Chinatown bus

I’m so fucking lucky
I’m so fucking lucky
I’m so fucking lucky
I’m so fucking lucky
I’m so fucking lucky

You’re so fucking lucky
You’re so fucking lucky
You’re so fucking lucky
You’re so fucking lucky