Born on the same day Straight out of Norway Given the same name We're both headed your way Though you were seethrough We managed to see you It's too good to be true Three oh oh three eighty three two You don't deserve her You prudent observer Shouldn't go further When half the time You're half asleep What if you don't mind Do you expect to find Counting days and Counting sheep Waiting in line Trying to hide behind The venetian blinds The twentieth easter We caught and released her Attempted to please her She said please take your seat sir Seven years later We tried to persuade her The smooth operator Makes what you made her When half the time You're half asleep What if you don't mind Do you expect to find Counting days and Counting sheep Waiting in line Trying to hide behind The white venetian blinds