You weren't lying when you claimed to be a mountain lion under the sky where all the mountains lie. You weren't trying to be trying when you were denying that your heart is a fountain and a fire. But "no regrets," I told my friend Bridget, and I made a little "no regrets" hand sign. Call your bets, the jury ain't back yet from deciding what you already decided. If I know what you need, am I ever going to find you? You were applying a lip gloss shade named "Dandylion" when I realized I was painfully employed as your benign, dandy-pantsed, cowardly lion, and my last little piece of pride, it was destroyed. But "no regrets," I told my friend Bridget, and I made a little "no regrets" hand sign. Cool your jets, the monkey's coming back I bet from monkeying around with my time. Cast your spell, turn me on, touch me with your magic wand. Drunk on wine in an airplane with a fear of flying I realized you were never born to stay. And it was clear, in the foggy, endless atmosphere, I wasn't born to chase you away. Don't let the moon go down on you (I'm never gone too far).