Type of day ya what can ya say
It's like searching for something in the pouring rain
Slippin and a fallin'
Wish I was crawling to you
Heads a hurting for the things to say
That I'm sorry to you in each and every way
I know I've been Stupid
At least stupid aint a sin
I like to be happy I can do it for free
I know I aint good looking
Why you looking at me
You probably wouldn't like it I was staring
Might be picturing you in your underwear
Under here under there or maybe right behind ya
Even when I'm not a'looking I always seem to find ya
Made my living selling pumpkin pie
Cut off all my hair so grandma knows I'm a guy
Tired of trying out all these god awful lies
Just for you
Said I'd never write another love song
But here I am I hope you're singing along
I try to make it funny
To lighten up this strange mood
I like to be happy I can do it for free
I know I aint good looking
Why you looking at me
You probably wouldn't like it I was staring
Might be picturing you in your underwear
Under here under there or maybe right behind ya
Even when I'm not a'looking I always seem to find ya