I know that I'm not Thom Yorke
But do you like it when I come over?
I'm strumming my guitar and you're acting
Like this is something you've never heard before
It still boggles my mind thinking about
How I managed to say I love you
Or how your parents let me take you out
That morning to Barnside diner
She swings, she sways, she's all about her mother
I don't really want to go home so we can just
Sit in the parking lot looking at the signs
That say, "Hey we've got french toast"
As if we didn't even know
You asked me how we fell in love
Well these are songs for a girl who loves Radiohead