I am just a bundle of nerves and you're a bubble of joy
You hang out with the girls but I'm a boy, a boy
You are just a bubble of joy, a joy, a joy
Rest my hands in Norway
Take me to your doorway
When you think I'm okay
Rest my hands in Norway
Take me to the doorway
I am underemployed
I dress up like a bird, but I'm a boy, a boy
You are just a bubble of joy, a joy, a joy
You are so abundantly curved and I am underemployed
I dress up like a bird
But I'm a boy, a boy