Meg Ryan Single Version

I'm beginning to believe That I can never form my own opinions Secretly, I've decided to believe That I'm Polynesian originally I want the air set to 70 degrees I want pineapples and sugar as the major industries I wi be there blending racial amity While pineapples and sugar build me massive equity But if I were married to a movie star That'd be my arm around here waist As she flips off the camera And If Meg Ryan were my personal taste I'd be atop the Empire State every Valentine's I'm afraid that you'd agree When you say you don't hold my attention great Ukelele's play love songs in Portuguese That you've made no attempt to every translate I want love waiting for me after school I'd like a stream of consciousness Everytime I take a breath I want love on the front porch after school I'd like a stream of consciousness Everytime I take a breath And if I were married to a movie star That'd be a smile upon my face As she sips her daquiris And if Meg Ryan were my personal taste I'd be atop the Empire State every Valentine's My town is zoning this land So we can build an ark and sail away From Tennessee Palm trees and sand and hawaiian instruments Say "Aloha" as they're haunting me I want time, kicking, screaming, put to death Float like islands in the pool While Mr. T pitties the fool -repeat 1st chorus-