Wait a minute mister
I think it might be best
Cause the way you look sure seems to suggest
The slightest bit of interest

I should come with a warning
See the majority of my life I've spent in rare from
You know a couple of strokes below the norm
But I'd empty the pockets of these jeans I've worn tonight
If you'll forget yourself
Until the morning

Casue I'm thinking I could kiss you
The warmest of all your breathin' days
You don't have to kiss me back
I just need to be sure I remember the way
It could make me comfortable

See I haven't slept in going on five hundred years
And hide me 'neath the shade of the hand of fear
And don't be confused
The way I look is merely an act
For finding dark corners

Ask my friends, yea they all think they know
Lest it seems from the last letter that he wrote
That I just can't clam down this hot blooded music in my throat
And in comparison
You made him, boring

Still I'm thinking I could love you
The sweetest of all you breathing days
You don't have to give it back
I just need to be sure I remember the way
It could make me comfortable

So wait just one minute mister
I think it might be best
Cause the way you look sure seems to suggest
The slightest bit of interest
I should come with a warning