Her gravity makes me feel light-headed
Small-talk turns to dust in my mouth
She doesn't know that I'm already
Thinking bout how I'm gonna make her look
My way
But she smiles herself in mirrors
A little too often these days
Maybe I'm unbalanced
The way she walks my god she'd get it
All my friends reckon she is oh so fine
But the way I talk when I'm speaking near her
She must think I crawled out of the sea today
Writer(s): Jonathan Graham Quinn, Gary Lightbody, Mark Pete Mcclelland
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