Navy Blue Sheet Blues

If he's a rock 'n' roller country singer, poet, writer, deep-ass thinker

Philosophizer who reads too much, is always slightly out of touch

Never calls, sends late-night texts, is still hung up on his latest ex

Uses three-in-one, better yet, has navy blue sheets on his bed

Oh, run, run, I beg of you, please run

Run anywhere but back to him, oh, run like a son of a gun

If he is self-absorbed and doesn't tip, poly sci is what he majored in

Movie buff to the extreme, has no hopes or lofty dreams

Makes you pay, says that he's got you next time you're out to eat

Never offers you a ride and makes you walk on the outside

Oh, run, run, I beg of you, please run

Run anywhere but back to him, oh, run like a son of a gun

Can't take a joke or a witty song, never admits to being wrong

Ignores the list of bright-red flags and asks why navy sheets are bad

Run, run, I beg of you, please run

Run anywhere but back to him, oh, run like a son of a gun

Yeah, run, run, I beg of you, please run

Run anywhere but back to him, oh, run like a son of a gun

Run like a son of a gun