| It's the fame that holds you in vain | |
| But in your letter it's playing your game | |
| It's so hard when love gets dark in the summertime | |
| And I got a bird here in my ear | |
| Telling me stories all made by fears who will come true | |
| When you get old, just pray | |
| And I just got it all from | |
| Mr.Feeling wrong with money | |
| And I'm gonna tell you one thing now | |
| The last time infected me | |
| The last time infected me | |
| The last time infected me so good | |
| The last time infected me | |
| The last time infected me | |
| The last time infected me so good | |
| Now it's cold and you're always involved | |
| Into this song all made by code | |
| Isn't it sad? Oh, so sad when I've written it | |
| A tutor of mine, cover over | |
| Laying all sleeping in the sand | |
| Isn't it hard when love gets hard in the summertime? | |
| And I just got it all from | |
| Mr.Feeling wrong with money | |
| And I'm gonna tell you one thing now | |
| The last time infected me | |
| The last time infected me | |
| The last time infected me so good | |
| The last time infected me | |
| The last time infected me | |
| The last time infected me so good | |
| Oh, so good, oh, so good, oh, so good | |
| Oh, so good, oh, so good, oh, so good |