(Intro) Mmm, what's worse, the- What's worse to you? Oh-oh What's worse? Mmm What's worse, the carry or the curse? She was paired with a maniac and married on the first It was much worse than anyone could tell But he couldn't stick it out so he ended up in jail It was eight months and twenty-seven days And when he got out, he told her "We should go our separate ways" And the whole world learned about a tape he had recorded They gavе a bunch of money to the maniac, a fortune What's worsе, the lonely or the fame? He got everything he wanted and now everything's the same Much worse when he was back in jail But the feeling wasn't different so he really couldn't tell 'Til the girl showed up and changed it She had braids in her hair, old age in her stare But she came to a realization That his heart was in love but his brain wasn't there, and then Yeah, and so the maniac drank as the maniac does And he did the same shit with the same exact drugs It went on for a while, 'bout seven-eight months And the girl got tired as anyone does She showed up and she changed him She was brave and she cared for the boy who was scared But he came to a realization If it didn't stop now, then it wouldn't stop there, and then
She grew up, half-Dakota, half-Louisiana pastor child All of her skirts went past her ankles Pitch-black, no TV on after nine She picked the phone up and she wrapped the cable on her finger And I spoke gently And then I tried to pretend to hold her against me And it sounds like ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh And it sounds like ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Back before we went digital, digital, digital Way back before you went digital, digital, digital She grew up then became All-American mastermind She wrote a book, I wasn't in it I still call and she pick up time to time But sometimes don't get no signal And the ringer plays so gently And then I still pretend to hold her against me And it sounds like ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh And it sounds like ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Back before we went digital, digital, digital Way back before you went digital, digital, digital And it sounds like ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh And it sounds like ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Back before we went digital, digital, digital Way back before you went digital, digital, digital Oh, yeah, yeah Dun, dun, dun, dun Dun, dun, dun, dun Way back before you went digital, digital, oh, digital, yeah Ayy yeah, ayy yeah Dun, dun, dun, dun Dun, dun, dun, dun
She grew up, half-Dakota, half-Louisiana pastor child All of her skirts went past her ankles Pitch-black, no TV on after nine She picked the phone up and she wrapped the cable on her finger And I spoke gently And then I tried to pretend to hold her against me And it sounds like ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh And it sounds like ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Back before we went digital, digital, digital Way back before you went digital, digital, digital She grew up then became All-American mastermind She wrote a book, I wasn't in it I still call and she pick up time to time But sometimes don't get no signal And the ringer plays so gently And then I still pretend to hold her against me And it sounds like ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh And it sounds like ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Back before we went digital, digital, digital Way back before you went digital, digital, digital And it sounds like ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh And it sounds like ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Back before we went digital, digital, digital Way back before you went digital, digital, digital
