Sorry bout the things that I had to say
And I'll make it up to you right now at the penny arcade
In an open car wherever you are
Push yourself too far and it might get hot

Well I really don't need the confusion
And you know I just ain't the type
To get all wrapped up in the illusion
Of doin' something that I know ain't right
Right, right?

You've got to want to rearrange and keep it off the record
Off the record
You've got to know that we will change and keep it off the record
Off the record

In a crowded room near the box of boom
To an artifical tune, I see you swoon
Well you knew all this would turn to mist
If your idea wasn't kissed why're you so pissed?

Well I know you don't need the confusion
And I know you just ain't the type
To get all wrapped up in the illusion
Of doing that you know ain't right, right, right?
Right, right? Right, right?
Right, right, right?

You've got to want to rearrange and keep it off the record
Off the record
You've got to know that we will change and keep it off the record
Off the record.
You've got to want to rearrange and it off the record
Off the record
You've got to know that we will change and keep it off the record
Off the record
Come on