Times New Roman

You look good in the morning Sun

Outstretched like a panther on the forest floor

Still, I don't have the time to be here

I wanna know where you got them from

Because you're built like an atom bomb, ready to blow

Still, I don't have the time to be here

Oh, we're times new roman and they're comic sans

We've built our castle and all they've got is the sand

Don't be the one to let freud slip (pick him up, pick him up)

You know he's getting on a bit (pick him up, pick him up)

Don't be the one to let freud slip (pick him up, pick him up)

You know he's getting on a bit (pick him up, pick him up)

Why don't you put that red dress on?

Let's pretend that there's nothing wrong

And I suppose it'll make you happy

Ever after is what we've become

But there's bullets in this loaded gun

It's just I never had to fire them

We're times new roman and they're comic sans

Don't be the one to let freud slip (pick him up, pick him up)

You know he's getting on a bit (pick him up, pick him up)

Don't be the one to let freud slip (pick him up, pick him up)

You know he's getting on a bit (pick him up, pick him up)

You look good in the morning Sun

You look good in the morning Sun

You look good in the morning Sun

You look good in the morning Sun

You look good in the morning Sun

You look good in the morning Sun

You look good—