Dammit.
Why won't Seph give me the time of day? I'm doing all of my best stuff here; I let her wear my cowboy hat, I let her have some of my Cavatheay, but it all fails! Even if it doesn't fail, someone is always there to cock-block me! How the hell do I get that little minky to let me teach her the ways of the wom..."SELPHIE! What's going on?"
"Nothing, Irvine. What are you thinking about?"
"The usual. Guns, women, and various mixtures of the two..." DAMMIT!
"Oh. Too bad. Well, see ya!" What's the fucking problem? What's this? Oh, music? I heard Squall gets this whenever he...thinks...CRUD!
When I look at your face I see dirt;
Ah, yeah. She isn't the most beautiful SeeD in Garden, but still...
All the sunshine you blow up my ass starts to hurt;
Exactly. Either she eats nothing Sugar, caffeine, or U4IA, I'm just not sure which.
And I don't really mind if I'm nothin' in your eyes;
Mind? Of course I mind! I'm Irvine FUCKING Kinneas!
It's no surprise to me
The men want me, the women want to be me,er, the exact opposite!
There's a rocket I built; It's under my kilt; It's coming to blow you away...
Yeah, baby. You're the next passenger, whether you know it or not...
I was a jerk;
I'm not the jerk, she is! If she would just see exactly why they call me a sharpshooter first day, we wouldn't have this problem!
I did the work for somebody else's dream;
Oh, yeah. Who'd she rather have? Squall and his habit of staining his nice leather pants every time he meets with a client, or Zell, "Mr.Chicken Wuss wanna be punk" himself?
I took the chance; I lost my pants; in somebody else's dream tonight.
Why can't I do this? Why is she so different from everyone else?
Now you're calling me up to get paid;
Maybe if I slipped some gil to her as a form of..."soliciting of prostitution..."
And if you don't get paid then you'll never get laid;
Yeah, that'll work. I've got to face it. She'll always be like a sister to me...
But I really don't have any money;
That's probably it. She gets that huge SeeD paycheck, I get an expense account rigidly enforced. Great to get women, huh?
I say goodbye; And you'll have to depend on your size;
Eh, screw it. If she doesn't know what she's missing, forget her, huh?
Now I think that I'm going to bed
Why can't I, though? I'll never get rid of this.
as the image of you and yer crap leaves my head;
Never happen. I'll probably never get over this until I possess her, jerk her around, and throw her to the curb like an old shoe when I've used her enough...right?
Cause it's t-minus 20 tomorrow, rocket flies;
I'll do it! Tomorrow, I'll introduce her to my extremely close friend the Georgia Home Boy!
And it doesn't depend on the size;
If she likes riding the trains, she's going to LOVE this one...
Why won't Seph give me the time of day? I'm doing all of my best stuff here; I let her wear my cowboy hat, I let her have some of my Cavatheay, but it all fails! Even if it doesn't fail, someone is always there to cock-block me! How the hell do I get that little minky to let me teach her the ways of the wom..."SELPHIE! What's going on?"
"Nothing, Irvine. What are you thinking about?"
"The usual. Guns, women, and various mixtures of the two..." DAMMIT!
"Oh. Too bad. Well, see ya!" What's the fucking problem? What's this? Oh, music? I heard Squall gets this whenever he...thinks...CRUD!
When I look at your face I see dirt;
Ah, yeah. She isn't the most beautiful SeeD in Garden, but still...
All the sunshine you blow up my ass starts to hurt;
Exactly. Either she eats nothing Sugar, caffeine, or U4IA, I'm just not sure which.
And I don't really mind if I'm nothin' in your eyes;
Mind? Of course I mind! I'm Irvine FUCKING Kinneas!
It's no surprise to me
The men want me, the women want to be me,er, the exact opposite!
There's a rocket I built; It's under my kilt; It's coming to blow you away...
Yeah, baby. You're the next passenger, whether you know it or not...
I was a jerk;
I'm not the jerk, she is! If she would just see exactly why they call me a sharpshooter first day, we wouldn't have this problem!
I did the work for somebody else's dream;
Oh, yeah. Who'd she rather have? Squall and his habit of staining his nice leather pants every time he meets with a client, or Zell, "Mr.Chicken Wuss wanna be punk" himself?
I took the chance; I lost my pants; in somebody else's dream tonight.
Why can't I do this? Why is she so different from everyone else?
Now you're calling me up to get paid;
Maybe if I slipped some gil to her as a form of..."soliciting of prostitution..."
And if you don't get paid then you'll never get laid;
Yeah, that'll work. I've got to face it. She'll always be like a sister to me...
But I really don't have any money;
That's probably it. She gets that huge SeeD paycheck, I get an expense account rigidly enforced. Great to get women, huh?
I say goodbye; And you'll have to depend on your size;
Eh, screw it. If she doesn't know what she's missing, forget her, huh?
Now I think that I'm going to bed
Why can't I, though? I'll never get rid of this.
as the image of you and yer crap leaves my head;
Never happen. I'll probably never get over this until I possess her, jerk her around, and throw her to the curb like an old shoe when I've used her enough...right?
Cause it's t-minus 20 tomorrow, rocket flies;
I'll do it! Tomorrow, I'll introduce her to my extremely close friend the Georgia Home Boy!
And it doesn't depend on the size;
If she likes riding the trains, she's going to LOVE this one...