I Can't Write a Love Song

[VERSE 1] It was '05, house party lights were low and warm You walked in with your long brunette hair flowin' Past your waist, like it left the room swayin' Southern accent hit me flush, nose wrinkled as you smiled We talked bands over cheap beer and stereo hum Your laugh was infectious, drew me right in close Felt simple, easy, like the space slowed for us two Then your friend picked up his guitar Stole the whole damn room [CHORUS] I can’t write a love song ’Cause I don’t play in a band So I log on to Napster Burn some Incubus, some Franz Ferdinand I can’t write a love song ’Cause I don’t play in a band So I log on to Napster Burn The Kooks and some Franz Ferdinand Franz Ferdinand [VERSE 2] I won’t give up, I’ll fire up a playlist and download Naïve, Mr. Brightside, Somewhere Only We Know Fire up Yahoo Messenger, find my girl, hit send And pray after guitar guy that this ain’t the end You called me back at 2 a.m., voice lighting up my soul Bit your lip and asked if you really were my Southern Girl Told me I was naughty for songs that hit so bold But teased “you’ve got my attention… let’s see how this unfolds” [CHORUS / EXPLOSIVE INDIE HOOK] I can’t write a love song ’Cause I don’t play in a band So I log on to Napster Burn some White Stripes, some Franz Ferdinand Franz Ferdinand [BRIDGE] We swap Napster for playlists on our phones now But I still feel that 2 a.m. buzz when your name lit up the screen All those stolen songs got your attention, nothing more So I manned right up and asked for something more And you know what? You said yes [FINAL CHORUS / EXPLOSIVE INDIE HOOK] I can’t write a love song ’Cause I don’t play in a band But you loved that playlist You loved Bloc Party, and Franz Ferdinand I can’t write a love song ’Cause I don’t play in a band But you loved that playlist You loved Incubus, and Franz Ferdinand Franz Ferdinand [OUTRO] You said yes, you said yes Yeah, you said yes to this simple man You said yes!