Lyrics
Goddamn, you half-Japanese girls, do it to me every time.
Oh, the redhead said you shred the cello, and I'm jello, baby.
But you won't talk, won't look, won't think of me;
I'm the epitome, of Public Enemy.
Why you wanna go and do me like that?
Come down on the street and dance with me.
I'm a lot like you so please.
Hello, I'm here, I'm waiting. (oh)
I think I'd be good for you, and you'd be good for me.
I asked you to go to the Green Day concert; you said you never heard of them.
(How cool is that) How cool is that?
So I went to your room and read your diary.
"Watching Grunge leg-drop New Jack" through a press table.
And then my heart stopped "listening to Cio-Cio San", fall in love all over again. (Oww!)
I'm a lot like you so please.
Hello, I'm here, I'm waiting. (oh, what could it be now)
I think I'd be good for you, and you'd be good for me.
How stupid is it?
I can't talk about it. I gotta sing about it.
And make a record of,
(my heart) How stupid is it?
Won't you gimme a minute?
Just come up to me, and say hello. (to my heart)
How stupid is it?
For all I know you want me too; and maybe you just don't know what to do;
And maybe you're scared to say:
"I'm falling for you."
I wish I could get my head outta the sand, 'cause I think we'd make a good team,
And you would keep my fingernails clean.
But that's just a stupid dream that I won't realize, 'cause I can't even look in your eyes without shakin', and I ain't fakin'.
I'll bring home the turkey if you bring home the bacon.
I'm a lot like you so please.
Hello, I'm here, I'm waiting. (waiting, oh)
I think I'd be good for you, and you'd be good for me.
(I'm a lot like you) I'm a lot like you.
(I'm a lot like you) I'm waiting, oh.
I think I'd be good for you, and you'd be good for me.
(Woo-ho)
