Theres something in the way when she smiles
When shes leaving home and then arrives
Theres something in the way that she walks
That makes people shout, makes people talk

Talk about the annoying weather, while where together,
while were all bound to see
Bound to see why everyones frighten everything might end
You see we know as well

And when she drinks shes talking a lot
I dont know if thats healthy
But if love, love feels like taking a brake, I dont care

Theres something in the way that she smiles
Showers me clean [bad word]  and behind
Every little tip of my tongue may be a proud presenting song

Listen to the wind and its gossip
I wonder why they rip the bondage from my wounds
Look at the mob oh, theyre frighten, everything might end
You see we know as well

And when she drinks

Because wash those ears before you grow old
Remember Ill remind you
You know from [bad word] the space that I need
In between, in between