Lighten Up Morrissey - Sparks

She won’t go out with me

No, she won’t go out with me

'Cos my intellect’s paper thin

She won’t go out with me

No, she won’t go out

Since my intellect’s not like him

So lighten up, Morrissey

She won’t hang out with me

No, she won’t hang out

'Til my biting wit bites like his

She won’t hang out with me

No, she won’t hang out

'Til my quick retorts quick as his

So lighten up, Morrissey

Lighten up, lighten up

Lighten up, lighten up

Lighten up, Morrissey

Lighten up, lighten up

Lighten up, Morrissey

She won’t have sex with me

No, she won’t have sex

Unless it’s done with a pseudonym

She won’t do sport with me

No, she won’t do sport

'Cos it’s way, way too masculine, look at him

So lighten up, Morrissey

Lighten up, lighten up

Lighten up, lighten up

Lighten up, Morrissey

Lighten up, lighten up

Lighten up, Morrissey

I got comparisons coming out my ears

And she never can hit the pause

If only Morrissey weren’t so Morrissey-esque

She might overlook my flaws

Lighten up, Morrissey

Lighten up, lighten up

Lighten up, Morrissey

Lighten up, lighten up

Lighten up, lighten up

Lighten up, Morrissey

Lighten up, lighten up

Morrissey

She won’t dine out with me

No, she won’t dine out

Since my t-bone steak is at fault

She won’t dine out with me

No, she won’t dine out

With a murderer passing salt (?)

Lighten up, lighten up

Lighten up, lighten up

Lighten up, Morrissey

Lighten up, lighten up

Lighten up, lighten up

Lighten up, Morrissey