You might be my ticket to Brooklyn and I might be your city 'o sin
We could travel all night and be zen or we could just sit still
'cause you're left of the light and I'm right, like a really good fight
c'mon over, lemme show ya
how I don't feel you could show me back
c'mon over, lemme show ya
who you might be if I called you Jack
if I call you Jack
you might be my chance to give out
and I might become your ocean of doubt
we could make sweet like if not love
we could join the Mile High Club
'cause you're left of the light
and I'm right like I'm yours but not quite
old Tom Petty tunes in the van
Mexico's our mirror in sand
tiramisu, eat it with your hands
oh you'd better or you're out of this band
oh you'd better or you're out of this band
you might be my angel of mercy
and I might be your devil o' doom
we could stay out all night and be cool
or we could just stay in
'cause you're not worth your hype
and I'm pretty but not really your type
can I call you Jack
can I you Jack