I'm gonna talk you right out of that dress
A little faster than the way you said
You're just a small combination of intuitive punchlines
Just running through my head
Can you picture frame this scene?
Where do you even hang a guy like me?
I know your stay here is just temporary
But my wit never quite goes out of style
And so we run.

And over the years we sang, woah oh, woah

And nothing's been easier for me
Than getting lost between the trees
I think I always knew
That we'd both end up right where we're supposed to be
And that's with me.

So correct me if I'm wrong, but I thought you knew all along
That my intentions were right where
They we're supposed to be
My phone's been ringing off I bet
With messages you'll never get
I'm sure this taxi's just got somewhere else to be
Somewhere else to be. and so we run.

And over the year's we sang, woah oh, woah oh.

(chorus)

And if this conversation, leads the the accusation
That my failed attempts at finding you
Have been tastefully obscene
Then I would tell you a story
About a boy and his glory
And how a girl he knew once used to her eyes
To bring him to his knees.

I'm gonna talk you right out of, oh, that dress
A little faster than the way you said to me, you said.
(and ever since the sixth grade)
And I know we're out of our heads
But I'll find you and show you exactly what I mean.