Meg Ryan ​sElf

[Verse 1]
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 will be there blending racial amity
While pineapples and sugar build me massive equity

[Chorus]
But if I were married to a movie star
That'd be my arm around her waist as she flips off the camera
And If Meg Ryan were my personal taste
I'd be atop the Empire State every Christmas

[Verse 2]
I'm afraid that you agree
When you say you don't hold my attention, great
Ukuleles play love songs in Portuguese
That you made no attempt to every translate
I want love waiting for me after school
Like a stream of consciousness every time I take a breath
I want love on the front porch after school
Like a stream of consciousness every time I take a breath