loversland

One, two, three, uh

Hey, hey, hey

Ha, ha, ha

Ha, ha, ha

The Daniel Luna, I'm so compassionate

Your Dalai Lama, maker of our romance

I'm cherry chapstick, you take your tongue on a dance

Ha, ha, ha, ha

My breakfast balance, your glass of orange juice

I got the talent, you wanna hear the truth

I'm here to tell it, I'm here to shake the room

Ha, ha, ha, ha

You make me miserable, sick and upset

You're only giving it fifty percent

Come down to lovers' lane, yeah (Ha, ha, ha, ha)

Don't get your leather all up in a bunch

You must be so fond of sipping the punch

Come down to lovers' lane, yeah