Nina moves slowly in the back of my head Like a book I have written, but never have read And she looks like I pictured If I could paint, she would be my muse When I dance she is in the music And I can hear it When I tell someone to never call again, Then the phone starts ringing and I hope it's them And the things I've said I hope you won't remember When the sun comes up, doesn't matter if I've slept I'll always be smitten with her face in my head And how much I care But how bad I am at expression Hmm hmm hmm hmm... Nina is simple, she's soft to the touch, And you can see why he loves her so much You marvel in all her beauty If it is dark she says your name, In the light it doesn't sound the same at all Oh to feel this small And you may think she is sleeping still, But the glasses break and the drinks all spill, even in the silence How you'd look at seventeen was such a mystery Especially, Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah... And it is so hard to find someone who shares your mind But Nina Nina moves slowly in the back of my head A book I have never really read