Her gravity make me feel light-headed
Small-talk turns to dust in my mouth
She doesn't know that I'm already
thinking bout how I'm gonna make her look my way
But she smiles at herself in mirrors
little too often these days
Maybe I'm unbalanced
The way she walks, my God she'd get it
All my friends reckon she is oh so fine
But the way I talk when I'm speaking near her
She must think I crawled out of the sea today