Okay, I'll bite
I am doing this out of the goodness of my own life
I am trying to make something somebody might like
I am convincing a stranger I'm a nice guy
Okay, four eyes
Oh be it far from me to keep you up nights
I am whispering a secret like a guideline
Maybe something that you have is rightfully mine
And it's not of this earth, is it yet?
Oh, that someone like you could be made to
Write something sad as it gets
Smiling so sweetly, I think I'm just well read
I'm just well read
If it's okay
I'll be singing something I know is true, but I can't say
And I'll be thinking awful things to keep my face straight
While trying to make it feel like it isn't the male gaze
And I know it's strange
But it's finally starting to make sense
And it takes shape
And I'm not even older than you
I'm still in your age range
Well all I'm trying to do is say you're right
And it's not of this earth, is it yet?
Oh, that someone like you could be made to
Write something sad as it gets
Smiling so sweetly, I think I'm just well read
I'm just well read
Oh, I know it might be
Just kind of awful
Just kind of strange
Oh, I know it might be
Just kind of awful
Just of kind of
And it's not of this earth, is it yet?
Oh, that someone like you could be made to
Write something sad as it gets
Smiling so sweetly, I think I'm just well read
I'm just well read
I'm just well read
I'm just well read
Just kind of"