Sounds that cut off short, they make up rhythms
And pixilated many pixel food
Well I thought I found a way to lay the joystick down
A girl with eyes the color of pea soup

There’s a flame, there’s a spark
But she beat my high score
So say goodbye, there’s the door
I can’t see you anymore
There’s a flame, there’s a spark
But she beat my high score
So say goodbye, there’s the door
I can’t see you anymore

______ in the rain
Besides, she lost her coat just yesterday
The dry cleaners must have mixed the tickets up and so
She got some guys leather 3-piece suit instead

There's a flame, there's a spark
But she beat my high score
So say goodbye, there’s the door
I can’t see you anymore

There’s a flame, there’s a spark
But she beat my high score
So say goodbye, there’s the door
I can’t see you anymore