I think your mind has passed me over
Does it ever happen when you're sober
A grain of salt atop my claims
You'd think that I'm insane
Better luck if I acted more Kosher
And I can't read your mind
Barely even mine
Do I exceed that fine line
You're a lovely place I'd rather be
Promise that you'll save some room for me
If you were going for an enigma
You'd do much worse I damn well figure
If you were going by appearance
Then I... oh, I don't even really wanna... sing this line
If you could only know
How smoothly we would go
You'd probably run like hell though
You're a lovely thing I'd rather see
Promise that you'll save some room for me