Then she put it right on my shoe. You know I just can't think But I like the things we do
You don't have to feel this way, Maybe she'll walk out on this tune,
No doubt one night the statues start to walk, And maybe talk a little too, And paint them green and gold
Don't like to feel this way, Maybe she'll walk out on this tune,
So sweet, you touched my knee, I can't tell you now how good that felt
Don't like to feel this way, Maybe she'll walk out on this tune, Don't like to feel this way, Maybe she'll walk out on this tune,