Her Gravity Make Me Feel Light-headed

Small-talk Turns To Dust In My Mouth

She Doesn't Know That I'm Already

Thinking Bout How I'm Gonna Make Her Look My Way

But She Smiles At Herself In Mirrors

A Little Too Often These Days

Maybe I'm Unbalanced

The Way She Walks, My God She'd Get It

All My Friends Reckon She Is Oh So Fine

But The Way I Talk When I'm Speaking Near Her

She Must Think I Crawled Out Of The Sea Today