I've got nothing to lose
But a poor excuse
I got my hands in my pockets and oh my god I'm gone
Now I'm stepping out
Stepping out in doubt
You got your hands in your pockets and holy crap it's on
Say it to your face
Speaking out of place
I must have practiced this a hundred times and oh my god come on
Then I open my mouth
Who know what comes out
You got your hands in your pockets and holy crap I'm

Cruising, easy
She's got nothing on you
Feel so, sleazy
She's got nothing on you

Say it to my face
You're speaking out of place
You must have practiced this a hundred times and oh my god come on
Then you open your mouth
God know what comes out
You got your hands in your pockets and holy crap I'm

Cruising, easy
She's got nothing on you
Feel so, sleazy
She's got nothing on you
What will we say and what will we do
When the words come out
Where will we go and where will we hide
Something ain't right

Cruising, easy
She's got nothing on you
Feel so, sleazy
She's got nothing on you
Cruising, easy
She's got nothing on you
Feel so, sleazy
She's got nothing on you