Way Tight Lyrics - Red Letter Year - Ani Difranco

I tell you what, there is plenty wrong with me, 

But I fixed up a few old buildings 

And I planted a few trees. 

Children seem to like me, 

And animals, too, 

Like the birds and the bees 

And eating a sandwich, 

Standing over the kitchen counter 

With only the sound of chewing in the room 

I can see you as a challenge, 

That I will eagerly meet 

Cause you are way way way way sweet. 

It's just that kind of evening 

That cracks open like a half shaken beer, 

Cool and refreshing, running down your arm, 

Baby, there's no other place I'd rather be 

Than here, parting my periodic alarm. 

You are ever true, ever new in love 

And I mean that in the best and worst way. 

I don't really know what I was so mad about, 

But the full moon is about a week away.