Chinese Restaurants

You sent your letters to Kentucky angels, little baby.
A motorcycle club you fetishized.
You calculate your risks, and you chew your floppy disks,
But you don't understand the weight of the working week.
And you don't understand all the tongue' in the tongue in cheek.

You wrote me letters from prescription cow-girls in Odessa,
With names you picked up from your self-help guides.
In zeros and in ones, you define the dimensions,
But you don't understand all the weight in the working week
And you don't understand all the tongue in the tongue in cheek.

C'mon baby
Build new frames of reference
Where the walls of Chinese restaurants can't contain our excitement.
3-2-1
Nice jeans, baby
Where'd u get them? U guys in the baaaaand or somethin'?
Ya, gimmicks are cool and all,
But honestly, I prefer hon-nest-ty.