Her gravity makes 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


But she smiles at herself in mirrors
a little too often these days
Maybe I'm unbalanced