 White shirt, now tippy toes creeping Down along the creek, I remember something Who then first preached that I was a name? This ain't for the best, my reputation's never been worse off You must like me for me, you can't make Any promises now, can we baby? You can make me a drink Roses on both my knees, where you don't say I'm the bad type, your girlfriend mad type Might seduce your dad type I'm the bad type Duh