You could be sad but never torn You saw the light when it was on You never turned or looked away Your eyes were focused, mine were grey
Your sentences were concentrated You made your points so understated Where I would mumble, you would say
Your eyes were focused, mine were grey
I made up conversations with my symbolic language Saying everybody wants to be like you But I'd rather fall in love with you
You got the picture from the start You saw right through me in the dark You saw that I couldn't behave with eyes so focused, yet so frail
I chose you from a million You were the choice of billions wishing they would try to be like you But I'd rather fall in love with you
Ba-ba-ba baa-ba...
You questioned men and called them whores But you would never burn your bra You held your head up in the rain Your eyes were focused, mine were grey
You had relationships that worked and yet experience with jerks So well adjusted, but with charm Your eyes were focused and yet calm
I'm fairly realistic But my thought are out of lip-sync when I say that I'm not one of those who pass you by and fall in love with you who pass you by and fall in love with you who pass you by and fall in love with you