Girl inform me all my senses warn me
your clever eyes could easily disguise
some backwards purpose
it's enough to make me nervous.
Do you harbor sighs, or spit in my eye?

But your lips when we speak
are the valleys and peaks of a mountain range on fire.
So let me walk these coals till you believe
I can cut the mustard well enough
'cause you know as soon as breathe we scrutinize

Unknown quotients, you must be using potions.
How else could you tie my head to the sky?
This new confection has left me wondering why
I can't concern myself with ordinary trite.

Like what's this morning's paper got to say,
and which brand of coffee to make,
this is no umbrella to take into the wind,
but before we begin, is there nothing to cure this anxiety?

But your lips when we speak
are the valleys and peaks of a mountain range on fire.
So let me walk these coals 'till you believe
I can cut the mustard well enough
'cause you know as soon as breathe we scrutinize
the paint away.