Driving through the canyons singing songs from the sixties
The telephone rang she said babe do you miss me
And ain’t it a shame not to love the one you’re with
She spoke with the prettiest mouth and she scorned me
She sharpened her teeth and flashed them to warn me
I said ain’t it a shame when you hate the one you loved

It couldn’t be me
It couldn’t be me
No the man of your dreams he don’t look a thing like me

See I dated this rich girl with a mother of pearl
Who paid rent in her rise oh the weight of the world
And ain’t it a shame when you’re exchanging your brand new gifts
After a night on the floor she put the chain on her door
I wore out my welcome I guess she got bored
Cause she laid eyes on my brother and laid him across my bed

It couldn’t be me
It couldn’t be me
No the man of your dreams he don’t look a thing like me

It sounds like raining and out here that’s a rare thing
Out here in the desert we’re stealing our water
From a hole in a mountain that flows to the affordable homes
From the faucet it drips and we’ll clean up the messes
That the others have left us well I think they blessed us
There’s a chain on the door but I’m in love with the one I’m with

It couldn’t be me
It couldn’t be me
No the man of your dreams he don’t look a thing like me