You got the name of my sister
None of her charm
I know you searching for love
And I keep giving you my arm
Now we're trading insults
Cause it's got to that point
I keep suggesting the bedroom
Cause I know you won't
You got the name of my sister
Different colored hair
And when searching for love
You see my drunk, blank stare
Just when I forget you
I see you coming back here again
Telling me your stories
Your brief encounters
With your no good friends
I'll give you two good years
Then you can get nostalgic
Calling about my life
But I say it's too crowded
I'll give you two good years
Then you can get nostalgic
Calling about my life
Well, keep calling, baby
Keep calling, baby