Cover Me in contact My edges are folding Return Me to the paper back section My three quarter binding It needs some attention Set up a chair outside the square I'm an open book An now that the book is open I read the pages Down sloping I'll lick your fingers as you turn the page Find out more of this dark age So set up a chair outside the square A second glance five me a chance Im an open book misunderstood Please return my plastic sleeve, my plastic sleeve So look in these eyes and you'll see a sunrise Of a broken mourning Look at my rounded shoulders There creased from being folded Too many times There creased from being folded too many times Ohh too many times So lick your fingers as you turn the page Find out more of this dark age Sign your name on the card, sign your name on the card, Sign your name on the card, Set up a chair outside the square Second class could be your chance Im an open book thats understood Please return my plastic sleeve, my plastic sleeve