Sittin' in Your Room Lyrics

A hundred degrees, the birds and the bees

But domesticity ain't what it's cracked to be

And the more I call this home, the more I can't go on

And when we're all alone you know how it goes

The snows coming down now the walls all around

Begin to cave in my patience wearing thin

I know I'm here today but I won't be here tomorrow

Guess I'm trying to say that I'm just yours to borrow

I'm just sittin in your room wondering what I should do

With the tv playing loud and my mind just wondering how

I'm just sittin in your room wondering what I should do

With the records playing wild and my mind just wondering why

Walking on my tiptoes high upon eggshells

Walk and knock the tambourine from the window

She wakes up again, I'm pulled back in

Gotta make a break before it's too late

I'll be sad to see this fall but the road outside calls

Don't break what you can't fix

Don't love a beatnik

Two hundred degrees, the birds and the bees

But domesticity ain't what is meant to be for me

I'm just sittin in your room wondering what I should do

With the tv playing loud and my mind just wondering how

I'm just sittin in your room wondering what I should do

With the records playing wild and my mind just wondering why

I'm just sittin in your room wondering what I should do

With the tv playing loud and my mind just wondering how

I'm just sittin in your room wondering what the hell I should do

With the records playing wild and my mind just wondering why