Like a poet, you scribble on all the desks that
You just went a wee bit crazy for me
Secretly, you slip an idea into my mailbox
Come outside!
And for a single one of my smiles, you compose songs
Love songs
I can feel your eyes on me
I’ll let you do all that
But you’re wrong
What do you even know about me
What do you even know about me
What do you even know about me
What do you, yea yea yea, even know about me
I’m the first of the last to rise
I lose my keys
I like playing childish games
I have my silly days
Sometimes I just want to stand in the corner
No comments!
Maybe I’m taking a calculated risk
I'm super bad
So understand
You write me notes—I’ll let you do all that
But you’re wrong—what do you even know about me
What do you even know about me
What do you even know about me
What do you, yea yea yea, even know about me
What do you even know about me
What do you even know about me
What do you, yea yea yea, even know about me