it's difficult not to worry about what happens next
 certain looks sort out confused looks
 and certain looks sport confused looks
 and I watched us talking in the mirror
 and you put on that look
 that says this little star wishes she weren't single
 it is the eye that catches me a man protesting his worth
 it is the year that catches you putting the shake on your words
 you are alert as a tigress at [bad word] table with her fate
 you can almost taste it
 we'll be gone be morning or be together by then(x2)
 and I believe every woman has made up her mind to win