Buyer Beware

Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm Mm-mm It's been a while since I burned incense I use my lighter for a pack of twenty I don't know where the fuck my Bible went But I'm sure they'll forgive me So please don't burn a hole in me I-I, I know it seems like they got what you need No one knows you better than yourself So don't worry You shouldn't spend your money on a dollar-store miracle Sorry Baby, I don't have the answers even though I'm a know-it-all So let it go, you'll never know, nothing's wrote in stone You're your own oracle, it's just a fuckin' poem Sorry Baby, I don't have the answers even though I'm a know-it-all So many restaurants in Beverly Hills My favorite dinner comes in packs of twenty-four I came home through the window sill But I'm sure that she'll forgive me So please don't burn a hole in me I-I, I know it seems like they got what you need No one knows you better than yourself So don't worry You shouldn't spend your money on a dollar-store miracle Sorry Baby, I don't have the answers even though I'm a know-it-all So let it go, you'll never know, nothing's wrote in stone You're your own oracle, it's just a fuckin' poem Sorry Baby, I don't have the answers even though I'm a know-it-all Let it go, you'll never know, nothing's wrote in stone You're your own oracle, it's just a fuckin' poem Sorry Baby, I don't have the answers, shit, and maybe I know nothin' at all