Verse 1

Maybe we girls really are experts

At blowing things out of proportion.

You grab my carry bag, music starts

At the back of my head,

Along with a voice that said

Chorus

Remember that couple you saw on the street?

Or the one you met at the bus, in the backseat?

Yeah, the husband always borrows the wife's things.

Yeah, I know this is a crazy insane stupid happy feeling.

So don't tell him this, he'll freak out.

Shut up, bratty little heart, don't shout.

You'll freak him out.

He'll freak out.

Verse 2

He'll freak out for sure if he knows

About the things that I think and

All the love I feel through highs and lows

And fun and fights.

I ask myself every night.

Chorus

Remember that couple you saw on the street?

Or the one you met at the bus, in the backseat?

Yeah, the husband always borrows the wife's things.

Yeah, I know this is a crazy insane stupid happy feeling.

So don't tell him this, he'll freak out.

Shut up, bratty little heart, don't shout.

You'll freak him out.

He'll freak out.

Bridge

It's way too early to be thinking and feeling the way I do.

He'll freak out, I know him, it's better he doesn't have a clue..

For now.

Chorus

And remember that couple you saw on the street?

Or the one you met at the bus, in the backseat?

Yeah, the husband always borrows the wife's things.

Yeah, I know this is a crazy insane stupid happy feeling.

So don't tell him this, he'll freak out.

Shut up, bratty little heart, don't shout.

You'll freak him out.

He'll freak out.