I thought I preferred eyes of blue. I guess I got that wrong
I thought that it might matter too. I guess I got that wrong
This blue-eyed boy is all spun around
By a handsome gal with eyes of brown
I guess it's time we jot this down
You confusicate me
I thought this Love would be simple you see, I guess I got that wrong
All I needed was proximity. I guess I got that wrong
I thought I knew what you were about
Now I'm starting to have my doubt
I guess its time I work this out
You confusicate me
Confusication it's part education
And a bit of consternation
Hallucination? Imagination?
What I've got are questions
I thought that I was all done with school, I guess I got that wrong
I thought I'd be nobody's fool, I guess I got that wrong
Now I'm redoing clumsy things I do
Trying to prove myself to you
Thought I'd stopped that at twenty-two
You confusicate me
Confusication is part confusion
And a loss of some illusion
My hand is up. I've got one question
How do I hang on
I thought it was that you don't care. Maybe I got that wrong
Cause I though I saw a love-light stare, well maybe I got that wrong
The future hides behind a mystery door
And my guesswork is always so poor
Better think less, and hope for more
Of you confusicating me