Andy's girls see him everyday He made his first one out of clay She might not spin like she used to do But she holds the plants so tastefully

Everybody's going out tonight But he's got better things to do Making love out of thin air In the corner of his room

Andy's girls are so beautiful He just wrote one down in his journal Her stanzas linger, they never rhyme She speaks with such percision

Everybody's going out tonight Fighting over pretty folks Drunk truth serums Till they turn comatose

But Andy's girls make him feel alive He just painted another one of the sky Her clouds are fuzzy to let light through She's such a calming presence

Everybody's going to bed tonight With someone they'll never see again Waking up to boredom And a pulsing in their heads

But Andy's girls see him all the time He whispers to them every night You will always be mine You will always be mine