Dont know what to say
Dont know what to talk about
Dont know what to do
About me and you
I dont know what to think
I always feel times running out
Its getting harder
Harder to get a clue
Even when were quiet fighting
Silent treatment on the street
Still theres no doubt were going home together
Even when were silent fighting
Making a scene on the street
Well be under the covers and out of the weather
I just cant tell the truth
Always thinking bout leaving you
Ill be the captive
Youll be the captain
Ill be your chaperone
Ill book your first date now
Been watching too much television
Been thinking stupid thoughts
So confused about men and women
I just cant tell the truth
Always thinking bout leaving you
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