Samantha

Hanging out in a parking lot gets old and we’ll get older too
They’ll say to you
That empty couch in the living room gets cold but there’s still room for two
How about me and you?
Four walls falling down
Your walls are falling down, honey
Four walls falling down
Your walls are falling down and it’s not your fault, no
And its not your fault, no
(Oooh…)
Met a girl named Samantha and
She cooked my brain in a frying pan
Oh no, I’m not letting go
So try to stick to your master plan
Cause anything is better than the worst
Or whatever works for you
Cause you know…
Four walls falling down
Your walls are falling down, honey
Four walls falling down
Your walls are falling down and it’s not your fault, no
And its not your fault, no
(Oooh…)