I'm with Stupid

(Five, six, seven, fifty) You fucked it up You should've quit 'Til circumstances Had changed a bit - ah You fucked it up You jumped the gun I swore you off but You climbed back on And when you said Of course you know Could I be blamed If I'd wished i

There is nothing that competes with habit And I know it's neither deep nor tragic It's simply that you have to have it So you can make a killing Oh you can make a killing Oh you can make a killing I wish I was both young and stupid Then I too could h