The beautiful American loser   There's nostalgia for his sweet return   Well I'm still down in Texas waiting, concerned   For my turn.      Here's a rabit for you to tell   Gayest melodies of a bird   Here's Rocky Stanley Kaowski Lowman the Third   That's absurd.      How 'bout :   Had a beautiful girl   Or she probably had me   Yeah, the same boring story   Of love-rinse-repeat   Yeah, I loved her once   Yeah, she broke my heart, then   Oops, oh Lord, she did it again.   You're still the bees-knees to me but baby,   I know, I know, Lord how I know,    I lost simple and straight   To your skinny legs, awkward perfection.   But still my heart throws    A stupid parade when I hear someone mention your name.       Beautiful American loser.   Everyone knows how it goes.   But noone remembers how it feels   In the emperor's clothes.   It shows.   Here's the ex-king of everything.   Self-pity may not sell this year.    Look upon on my works   Ye mighty and despair   Empathy shared.       'Cause   I had a beautiful girl   Or she probably had me   Yeah, the same boring story   Of love-rinse-repeat   Yes I loved her once   Yeah, she broke my heart, then   Oops, oh Lord, she did it again.   You're still the bees-knees to me but baby,   I know, I know, Lord how I know,    I lost simple and straight   To your skinny legs, awkward perfection.   But still my heart throws    A stupid parade when I hear someone mention your name.       Sometimes in someway    Around about daybreak   I still find you drowsy   You're half awake.   I pull you closer   Secure in love.   Then sometimes in somewhere   Around about morning   I find your warm body   I sigh as I turn you,   But the sound of my sigh   Drops my hand from your thigh.   I quickly recall all my fears.   You haven't been there in    Weeks, months, years      Oh Lord, how I know.    I lost simple and straight   To your skinny legs, awkward perfection.   But still my heart throws    A stupid parade when I hear someone mention your name.       Yes, I know   I lost simple and straight   To your skinny legs, awkward perfection.   But still my heart throws    A stupid parade when I hear someone mention your name.       I once used to mention your name.