Meg White

Meg White,
You're alright.
In fact, I think you're pretty swell;
Can't you tell?

Meg White,
Such a pretty thing.
I saw your face on the cover of a magazine.
Someday, (someday), I'd like (I'd like),
To take a walk with you.
Maybe ride our bikes down by the seaside.

Meg White,
Saw you on the big screen.
Oh, Jack was king, but you stole the scene.

Meg White,
Baby, you're the bomb.
Oh, Jack, he's great, don't get me wrong,
But this is your song.

Someday, (someday), I'd like (I'd like),
to take a walk with you
and talk about most anything you'd like to talk about
And watch the sun going down. (going down)

Playing those drums, is hard to do,
It's true.
And nobody plays them quite like you do.

Meg White,
You're alright.
In fact, I think you're pretty swell;
Can't you tell?

Meg White,
Such a pretty thing.
I saw your face on the cover of a magazine.
Someday, I'd like to take a walk with you.
Maybe ride our bikes down by the seaside.
Watch the sun going down
(going down)
(going down)
(going down)