[Verse 1]
I really don't know where this story began
My friend Houston had got himself a girl
Swank is her name, she's got the best of him
And he's got the best of her in the palm of their hands
[Chorus]
And they could care less what's coming up
Sometimes the future doesn't have much luck
This wigged-out thing called love
It may get kinda rough
And they don't really mind
They're on their own
[Verse 2]
They said this has been motionless orbit flight
Around each other intoxicating their minds
Dancing in the street under suburban lights
They stumbled to the concrete without a hurt
[Chorus]
And they could care less what's coming up
Sometimes the future doesn't have much luck
This wigged-out thing called love
It may get kinda rough
And they don't really mind
They're on their own
I really don't know where this story began
My friend Houston had got himself a girl
Swank is her name, she's got the best of him
And he's got the best of her in the palm of their hands
[Chorus]
And they could care less what's coming up
Sometimes the future doesn't have much luck
This wigged-out thing called love
It may get kinda rough
And they don't really mind
They're on their own
[Verse 2]
They said this has been motionless orbit flight
Around each other intoxicating their minds
Dancing in the street under suburban lights
They stumbled to the concrete without a hurt
[Chorus]
And they could care less what's coming up
Sometimes the future doesn't have much luck
This wigged-out thing called love
It may get kinda rough
And they don't really mind
They're on their own
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