her gravity makes me feel lightheaded
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
a 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