"Rag Time" Lyrics

On her doorstep.
All dressed up, guts, courageous, and flawless peers,
But the answer wasnt quite what the question had in mind
With a cheap trick, he conquered her
Outrageous, a bit like me,
So you know im pretty down,
Yes you know im pretty down
At the pitstop, a hiccup plot
The same gear, we hit off well,
With the fire in my eyes i am looking quite nice
ANd I wont blame it, i wont lose all control
I wont blame it on your style

honeys got to babble

On her doorstep.
All dressed up, guts, courageous, and flawless peers,
But the answer wasnt quite what the question had in mind
And I wont blame it, i wont lose all control
I wont blame it on your style
And I wont blame it, i wont lose all control
I wont blame it on your style
honeys got to babble
honeys got to babble
And I wont blame it, i wont lose all control
I wont blame it on your style
You've got to babble, she said so(repeats softly)