Almost two says a girl dressed in blue they call her pity
And I realize that the dark tends to make things much more pretty
I've done this before once or twice or maybe more I've stopped my countings
My points of view tend to change when I lose yet I keep coming
Still, you're picking on me
You're picking on me
You're picking on me
You're picking on me
Four O' one still the girl now blue is gone and how it eases
It stays off my mind it keeps me blind just as long as she keeps pleasing
Still, you're picking on me
You're picking on me
You're picking on me
You're picking on me
Pick on someone your own size
Six O' five morning shines on a place I've never seen
And I realize that the dark tends to make things much more mean
Still, you're picking on me
You're picking on me
You're picking on me
You're picking on me
Pick on someone your own size
Pick on someone your own size
Pick on someone your own size
