Sitting on your bank account that overlooks the town;
Waiting to anticipate someone to bring you down;
Forty-seven suitors call your name out from the street,
But they all speak Japanese and you are Korean.

You cater to your neighbor's favors, never make love on an elevator.
You've litter trained your kittens and you've potty trained your men.
But they fly away like pigeons, and never answer when you call,
And like a gerbil, honey, you get caught inside wall.

If I wandered to your place would you refuse it with 'no?'
Could I hitch and hide inside with all my ghosts in tow?
I'll pay for gas and freeway tolls, if you save me from my feet.
All I do is pay taxes, baby; to the kid that I used to be.

My momma told me, watch out for the lonely.
They steal your money and your heart.

But, baby you're a tax return; never, no, what I expected.

The word we call career is based upon a French word that means race.
The future is the present with an anxious pre-planned face.
The moment that we're hoping for, it never comes around,
And we get up every morning and are forced to go to town.

But, baby you're a tax return; never, no, what I expected