Lighten Up, Morrissey - Sparks

She won’t go out with me, no, she won’t go out

'Cause 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 retort’s 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

'Less it’s done with a pseudonym

She won’t do sport with me, no, she won’t do sport

Says 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 all my flaws

So, lighten up, Morrissey

Lighten up, lighten up

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 dine out with me, no, she won’t dine out

Says my T-bone steak is at fault

She won’t dine out with me, no, she won’t dine out

With a murderer, pass the salt

Lighten up, lighten up

Lighten up, lighten up

Lighten up, Morrissey

Lighten up, lighten up

Lighten up, lighten up

Lighten up, Morrissey

Lighten up, lighten up

Lighten up, Morrissey