Clean

Artists : Incubus : Clean

Today, everything was fine
Until roundabout, quarter to nine
I suddenly found myself in a bind
Was it something I said?
Something I read
And manifested
That's getting you down

Don't you dare come to bed
With that ambiguous look in your eyes
I'd sooner sleep by a fire
And wake up fried

Say what you will
Say what you mean
You could never offend
Your dirty words come out clean

Tomorrwo, what price do I pay?
Could I make it all up to you
By serving coffee for two in bed?
Would you then gimme the time of day?
I need a map of your head
Translated into English
So I can learn to not make you frown

You'd feel better if you'd vent
Put your frustrations into four letter words
And let them out on mine
The most weathered ears in town

Say what you will
Say what you mean
You could never offend
Your dirty words come out clean