The Suicide Machines

Sunny day in the park and we sit out on the grass
I knew if I stole you'd chase me to get'em back
Because I know that...
There's an extraordinary thing about you
That I can't put my finger on or figure out it's funny
You chased me around a tree and into a big patch of shrubs
I came out with some sticks in my hair and somebody's old pair of gloves
But I still say that...
There's an extraordinary thing about you
That I can't put my finger on or figure out it's funny