He was the king of random fancy An incorrigible flirt He liked to try to put her on a pedestal Just so he could look up her skirt But he's changin'
And she is nobody's girlfriend--she doesn't mind Dormant desires which are better kept clandestine
He captured her imagination A brutal vista on the map She thought she felt her will break But it was the weather From a chilling wind to a full-fledged cold snap
We will be lazy with our language And comfortable with our clothes off We will say just what we have in mind
And she's still nobody's girlfriend--she doesn't mind Dormant desires which are better kept clandestine The way you want it is just the way it's going to be
That's the way you want it It's just the way it's going to be The only version you'll see Me--oh, I still see the broken-up Broken up, broken down Broken up, broken down do do do do...