No Fun

I found a portion on the back of my mind
I could twist and bend it out to make it more polite
By the time it'll reach my lips it might do the trick
Would you mind if I tried in Arabic?
Cause there's somethings I won't do on a Sunday afternoon
Is it possible to feel such gloom on a bicycle for two?
I had something on my mind it didn't quite come out right
You ask me to explain myself though I've never been the type
You can take offense you've every right I can take one on the
Chin it's not the first time
Though it's true I've spoiled the mood I would hate to waste the view
A tahdig and your mother's stew at a table set for two
She said "you don't even know what fun is." She doesn't know
I'm a child of Bacchus
I've waited to let her in
Even the worst thoughts need somewhere to begin
And if we could go back I'd much prefer
I will do my best to sit reserved
Nod calmly reply that all the praise is well deserved
Smile and preach a phrase that you've rehearsed
Counting down the days until I'm in a hearse
Cause there's somethings I won't do on a beautiful afternoon
All my friends say I've got it skewed
No I won't sleep facing you
She said "you don't even know what fun is."
I wouldn't know I'm probably an orphan I'm waiting to be let in
I'll blame it on my thoughts they've begun to spin
It's possible you're right though I'm not convinced
I don't even know what fun is
If you'd be so kind can you teach me what fun is?
I don't even know what fun is