I got all my friends
And I don't need no other kind
Their hearts are all beating
At once
And it feels like mine
I've been looking for a lover
But the odds are pretty slim
'Cause I've been dreaming lately
Of a girl, who is a friend
But she don't really know me
Oh She would never understand
She don't know me
I'm gonna call her up
I'm gonna call her up again
I got all my money
I'm gonna spend it on something nice
Like a four leaf clover, I saw in oak cliff half-price
I ain't trying to get lucky
I swear
I just need a ride there
To her house on Rose St.
So I can put it in her hair
But she don't really know me
Oh she would never understand
She don't know me
I'm a very complicated man
She don't know me
Still, I'm driving out
Driving out to Rose St. Again
Here's where all the girlfriends sing
She don't know
He's a complicated man
She don't know
He's a very complicated man
I got all my records
Categorized by saints
Like Saint Cohen, and Chris Whitley
There's a pile of those that ain't
I listen like a sacrament
But the odds are no one gives a shit
But I don't care
'Cause they've been singing lately
For that girl with the lucky hair
But she don't really know me
Oh, she would never understand
She don't know me
See I'm a very complicated man
She don't know me
But maybe she's the one
That could help me
Forget who I am
Forget who I am