Lyrics
It looks like the tide is callin'
Send off is drawin' near
The whistle blowin', the commander's on the phone
I wont know your thoughts when I'm gone
I won't have a lot to say, but
I'll be bored of smilin' when it ain't at you
But, it's alright
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright
'Cause you're my hand-me-down jean
I'm your warranted queen
My mouth on your spoon
Goodnight red balloon
Red balloon
And you play your cards with a mystery face
And use your golden grace
I'll be sendin' my guards to come find you
I don't know where to fall (ooh)
Or if this is love at all
But your lips on mine have branded a sign
Umm, and it's alright
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright
Well, you're my hand-me-down jean
I'm your warranted queen
My mouth on your spoon
Goodnight red balloon
Red balloon
It's alright
Yeah, and it's alright
You're my hand-me-down jean
I'm your warranted queen
My mouth on your spoon
Goodnight red balloon
Red balloon
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright
