Barenaked Ladies
Barenaked Ladies
Barenaked Ladies
Barenaked Ladies
Barenaked Ladies
Barenaked Ladies
Barenaked Ladies
Barenaked Ladies
Barenaked Ladies
Barenaked Ladies
Barenaked Ladies
Barenaked Ladies
Barenaked Ladies
Barenaked Ladies
You're in an all-girl band, your futon's second hand
Your parents understand but you don't care
I have a job in a shop, I'm an undercover cop
I make sure the customers aren't thieves
Old at being young, young at being old
Everything's on hold within our evolution
You're my alternative girlfriend
I love you, now you cannot pretend
There's nothing left that won't cross over
Last night we slept on the lawn, you woke up and I was gone
Back to the dream I dream to leave
My life with her is a bore, a worn-out metaphor
No more surprises up its sleeve
Old at being young, young at being old
Everything's been sold to other's revolutions
You're my alternative girlfriend
I love you, now you cannot pretend
There's nothing left that won't cross over
You live above your dad's four-car garage
With your vinyl and imaginary entourage
If I pull up in a U-Haul, pack up quick
So we can get out of this town 'cause it makes me sick
You're my alternative girlfriend
I love you, now you cannot pretend
There's nothing left that won't cross over
You're my alternative girlfriend