Good god, it's bad, I've always had
A flair for the dramatic
I said if this is a game
Cut the deck
If this is a date
Let's split the check
C'mon, let's be poets
And we'll write until it rhymes
If this is a sentence, baby
Well, let's do the time
Good god, it's bad, I've always had
A flair for the dramatic
Now here you are, I've gone too far
Your love is problematic
I'll be sprinkling the breadcrumbs, baby
Follow if you can
Gotta fly a little close to the sun
If we're ever gonna get a tan
Give me something I can work with, baby
Give me something I can use
To pick the lock on the bedroom door
And make a decent excuse
Good god, it's bad, I've always had
A flair for the dramatic
Now here you are, I've gone too far
Your love is problematic
The wrong side, the wrong side of history
And the right side, the right side of the bed
So let the devil, let the devil go to voicemail, honey
And ring my phone, ring my phone instead
Good god, it's bad, I've always had
A flair for the dramatic
Now here you are, I've gone too far
Your love is problematic
Good god, it's bad, I see perfection
Know that I can't have it
But here you are, I've gone too far
Your love is problematic
Good god, good god it's bad
A flair for the dramatic
Good god, good god it's bad
Now here you are, I've gone too far
Your love is problematic