I might've been in love with you since the third grade
but it hasn't deterred me yet
You're not in much luck if you think it might have faded
I've got a ten year plan
It involves a lot of running around
Watching you and Jackson make up
And break up and make-up all over again

Chorus
I'll take all the love I can get
147 pounds of sarcasm and wit
can only get me so far
The mileage racks up in my car
And in my heart
I'll take all the love that you scrap
I'll keep it for myself until you want it back
Reimbursed to you ten fold
The interest killed whatever goals
I had scored beforehand

I might've bought flowers for you every day
While you were in the hospital
You've made a huge dent in my pay
And I don't even have a job
But I'm glad to have given those gifts
'Cause you're the bestest gift of all
I just wish you'd remember my name

Chorus

And if a new guy comes my way
And shoves a steering wheel into my face
And I happen to get a chub
And I happen to want to rub
My tongue over his washboard
Abs and biceps and lats and calves
And glutes and triceps and traps
I promise I'll still love you best
It's just that his face is pressed
Into my pants

I take all the love I can get
147 pounds of sarcasm and wit
Is lucky to get this far
Without a broken heart
Or a broken car
I'll take all the love that you scrap
I'll keep it for myself until you want it back
Hope you want it back sometime soon
I've got a date in the afternoon
With a werewolf who could love me.