I feel like
A jerk, talking
About her like that,
So much
In front of you
When – that whole time
You – how could I have
Missed it? – wished I
Were mooning
And swooning
Over you

Now, your secret's
Out, and I don't know
What to do with myself
'cause I don't know
What she – that
Mysterious she –
Would do, in a room,
With me

While you have made
Exactly what you like
And who you want
Perfectly clear
Yet I still can't
Get over the fact
That I appeal
To you