She said "So, tell me what you're thinking" But he don't know, so impressionable So she let go, and in the art of drinking He took those signs as something He said, "The stupid things you said Were never meant to make such sense Don't take this to your head 'Cause that could be the consequence And this one, oh" So she said "So", and so he mentioned something So dead wrong, so questionable So she said "Son, is this all that you're thinking?" And it was far from comfortable. So she said "Don't take this to the heart It never meant to make such sense When this is just the start And that was just an accident But this one, oh Did you think of that one?" If every question wasn't questionable We would ask the unquestionable If every question wasn't questionable We would ask these questions It never meant to make you say that This is just the start I never meant to make it stop Don't take this to the heart 'Cause that could be the end Did you think of that one? No Didn't think of that one If every question wasn't questionable
