Norman fucking Rockwell

Goddamn, man-child You fucked me so good that I almost said, "I love you" You're fun and you're wild But you don't know the half of the shit That you put me through Your poetry's bad and you blame the news But I can't change that And I can't change your mood (Aah) 'Cause you're just a man It's just what you do Your head in your hands As you color me blue, mm Yeah, you're just a man All through and through Your head in your hands As you color me blue Blue, blue, blue Goddamn, man-child You act like a kid even though you stand six foot two Self-loathing poet, resident Laurel Canyon, know-it-all You talk to the walls when the party gets bored of you But I don't get bored, I just see you through Why wait for the best when I could have you? You 'Cause you're just a man It's just what you do Your head in your hands As you color me blue Yeah, you're just a man All through and through Your head in your hands As you color me blue, mm Blue, blue You make me blue Blue, blue Blue, blue, blue Blue, blue, blue, blue