Stuck on Fuckin' You

Got no plans got no clothes Got no piano we got no shows No I've got nothing to do But to be stuck on you Got no flights outta here Got no TV shows until next year No, I got nothing to do But to be stuck on you Baby you're my liquor I'm addicted to you So I'll just be stuck on Stuck on fuckin' you Stuck on fuckin' you I don't ever want just another boy or a girl Baby you and I Baby you and I could change the world I don't ever want just another boy or a girl to love I'm stuck stuck stuck stuck on you. Got all night, no cameras We've got no champagne but we've got drugs No, I've got nothing to do But to be stuck on you Purple sheets, cymbal clock Going to spend my time rocking on top Yea, I got nothing to do But to be stuck on you Baby, you're my Johnny Walker Baby, it's true So I'll just be stuck on, stuck on fucking you Stuck on fucking you I don't ever want just another boy or a girl Baby, you and I, baby, you and I could change the world I don't ever want just another boy or a girl to love I'm stuck, stuck on you Got no plans, got no flights While we're here, no TV shows But we got mice in the kitchens But we don't care 'cause we're in love Get in the shower I'll meet you there I bought you some hippie shit from the Deli down the stairs, oh yeah Love it when my man smells so good Don't forget me baby Don't forget me when I leave and go on tour 'Cause I know your life would be a snore You'd be all stuck fucking this hooker-whore This hooker, whore Got no nothing You're in the next room You fell asleep on my tour bus while me and Fernando and Paul and Justin and Dave are making music But I miss you The fridge is broke And we're drinking warm champagne But we don't care 'cause we're in Minnesota And we're sold out show again And it's a sold show again Okay, just stop here, I could go on forever