WATSON

You think you’re cool but don’t your way out of key
You don’t see much except the good vibes hanging over me
You think you’re cool but I’m way out of my league
Dark rim glasses, thick mustaches think you’re too good for me

But you just don’t get it, don’t get it all
Tight jeans, new hat, old shades you’re wearing it all
But you just don’t get it, don’t get it all
At the end of the night, I’m the one she calls

You think you’re cool when you’re out walking the streets
As we pass on the sidewalk you flick your cigarette at me
You think you’re cool, but you’re too blinded to see
You’re punk rock, hipster kid from the burbs, ain’t fooling me

But you just don’t get it, don’t get it all
Tight jeans, new hat, old shades you’re wearing it all
But you just don’t get it, don’t get it all
At the end of the night, I’m the one she calls

But you just don’t get it, don’t get it all
Tight jeans, new hat, old shades you’re wearing it all
But you just don’t get it, don’t get it all
At the end of the night, I’m the one she calls
I’m the one that she calls
I’m the one that she calls
I’m the one that she calls
I’m the one that she calls