Bass Player's Brother

Janie came home for the summer She fell in love with the bass player's brother Playing cop under covers Slick hands like butter He had a buzz cut, August of '90 She was a box-dyed blonde in a pipe dream Love is a car chase, crash into mistakes Sooner or later, you're packing a suitcase Singin' like Come on, baby Tell me that you hate me You're running in circles in my mind Heartache to heartache Give me some tough love, baby Say it isn't me that's got you Running in circles in my mind Heartache to heartache, it's alright It's alright Hot blood in the summer She fell in love with the bass player's brother Couple years down the gutter But Janie, you can't change him Like a haircut, Mr. America He took a paper heart just to tear it up Love is a car chase, crash into mistakes Sooner or later (you're packing up, packing up, packing up) Come on, baby Tell me that you hate me You're running in circles in my mind Heartache to heartache Give me some tough love, baby Say it isn't me that's got you Running in circles in my mind Heartache to heartache It's alright It's alright It's alright It's alright Come on, baby Tell me that you hate me You're running in circles in my mind Heartache to heartache Give me some tough love, baby Say it isn't me that's got you Running in circles in my mind Heartache to heartache It's alright Come on, baby (ah) C-c-come on, baby (ah)