I know the world is a mess
I like the patterns on your dress
Would you have a drink with me please
Have a couple or three
I see you walk by
I dont speak but try
Have a drink with me please
Dont say anything
I look like a mess
The patterns of your dress...
They blind me

Heres to the rest of the world
I guess that you deserve something
You work so hard at
Trying to be just like everyone else
Except people like me

Well, the lights shining down onto the street
The city lingers as it overheats
Im on idle right now
Dont feel so proud
Wait for the others to join the crowd

And they come
Ones
Threes
Heres to the rest of the world
Oh, I dont know
Heres something that you deserve...
A drink or two
Come on and sit down with me
And well pretend everything
Well pretend everything
Its easy.