 I was in my head just trying to make sure it all makes sense I ain't made of money, maybe someday you can take it from me I'm up too late, I'm thinking about you And then my age goes Three nights at the motel Under streetlights in the city parks You can call me what you want when you want what you want And we can call me names and call me up Three nights at the motel Under streetlights in the city parks You can call me what you want when you want what you want