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

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