I made it back to the city Left my bags at the station She said that she took pity Ans everything was fine Just a-finishing her line she says "Oh you look delightful" She said, she said I look delightful
And she talks to herself When she's alone Oh she's out of her sweet mind again But hey, at least it's unpredictable
I can't define her headspace She comes on like an anvil A pretty girl with a pretty taste Oh she says, she says I look delightful
And she talks to herself...
Now we can stop the music Or we can turn the light off She said "Hold on to the ceiling" & "Oh my, how you look delightful"
And she talks to herself...
She's so unpredictable And I like the way the tastes
