she likes to keep to herself, but I would also love to keep her. she may sleep all alone but she's not the only lonely sleeper. when a bunch of realistic schemes seep into my daydreams she's got the disinfectant. when all I've gotten myself is lost she'll buy my heart at any cost, and it's such a safe investment I may look like clarke kent, but I'm no superman, I'm just a mild-mannered kid looking for my lois lane Whoa, I know she what I see when my eyes close Whoa, I know when she's gone where she goes I'd throw rose petals at her feet and feed her all that she could eat a thousand kisses I would send her. I'd make her be my valentine, I'd wash my mouth with turpentine, I'd even like her if she changed her gender.