But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
Oh, she's bad


I'm sick of spending these lonely nights
Training myself not to care


But you're so cute when you're frustrated, dear


I can't control the part of me that swells up when you move into my airspace
You move into my airspace


If you don't trust yourself for at least one minute each day,
Well you should trust in this, girl, cause loving is coming our way.
If you can fix me up we'll go a long way
If you can fix me up, girl, we'll go a long way.
(Take my love in real small doses.)



But I can't pretend I don't need to defend some part of me from you