I've been shufflin' a certain list of tunes
It's called "The Songs That Go and Make Me Think of You"
I queue it up, I think, to pass the time
Since the last time that you went and crossed my mind
It's probably no secret, I suppose
At least it's not to anyone who knows
It's probably no secret, I suppose
Sometimes I find myself out in the rain
Standin' round with you locked in my brain
Singing to myself that little theme
From the show that we co-wrote inside my dreams
It's probably no secret, I suppose
At least it's not to anyone who knows
It's probably no secret, I suppose
I'm losing track of the all vague, poetic lines
I've jotted down in hopes that you'd be mine
Enlarge the print, and then adjust the font
I'll display them at your favourite restaurant
It's probably no secret, I suppose
At least it's not to anyone who knows
It's probably no secret, oh no
Maybe I just went and lost the plot
Count to ten, and then ready or not
Maybe I just went and lost the plot
Take a bow, and then we'll take a shot
Maybe I just went and lost the plot
Count to ten, and then ready or not
Maybe I just went and lost the plot
Take a bow, and then we'll take a shot