Copyright
© 2002 words and
music by Dean Batstone
I’ve got a boot with a
broken heel
It trips me up all the time
I’ve got a smile that
hesitates
Every once in a while
I sit alone in this coffee
shop
It sounds lonely, it’s true
No one likes coffee quite
that much
I don’t, baby do you?
Ch: Na na na na na na ain’t
that the simple truth [2X]
I’d give up my youth for
one simple truth
I caught you looking, hey,
that’s no sin
It’s not that big a room
I’d light a cigarette, but
I don’t smoke
Maybe you don’t smoke too
You say “Tell me something
I don’t know”
Well alright, I sleep in
the nude
I cry at funerals and movie
shows
And my momma won’t like
you….. Ch:
Bridge:
Truth is parking in this
town sucks
Truth is I don’t like my
haircut
Truth is nothing that I
said’s true
Truth is, I just want
to……….
Ch: 2x