God, I love the way you wear your glasses My glass half full now The shades half pulled down I don’t think I wanna think of anyone else Cause when your olive skin shines It’s in my bloodline yeah You know I want to be yours But you won’t even talk to me ‘Bout the intricacies Of your philosophies yeah You don’t think my intellect Could be so indirect What do you expect of me You spectacle girl?
So sit and smile and laugh and make me happy We could spend the whole day Watching the freeway There’s nothing I would rather do on Saturday night Then let me feelings smolder Between your shoulders yeah
But don’t you want to be mine?
Am I so easy to ignore That you could shut the door And leave me on the floor yeah I’m trying to find a precedent For all this mistreatment But it don’t make no sense Because you know all the right things to say And I could never understand you anyway We would make a wonderful world Me and my spectacle girl