Alvin: I'm packed and I'm holding I'm smiling, she's living, she's golden She lives for me, says she lives for me Ovation, her only motivation The Chipmunks: She comes 'round and she walks up to me Alvin: And I make her smile, like a drug for you Do ever what you wanna do, coming over you Keep on smiling, what we go through One stop to the rhythm that divides you And I speak to you like the chorus to the verse Chop another line like a coda with a curse Come on like a freak show takes the stage We give them the games we play, she said: The Chipmunks: No, no, and I won't run for my life