Tell your crooked teeth not to brace themselves For better or worse I will embrace this hell 'Cause talking's great, but I won't force you to Yeah talking's great, but talking's torture too So tell your big grey eyes not to stare at me 'Cause when they lock with mine they take care of me And you look great in knee-high leather boots But you look great in grandma's sweater too, so you can choose (But its between the two) You speak with your eyes And stutter when you blink I know you're not mine But I reserve the right to think Everything you say to me is a signal Everything you've done to me says you're single So tell your big grey eyes not to stare at me 'Cause when they lock with mine I'll need therapy I'm glad your overcoat is leopard print These animal instincts have been setting in, now I can think (Of a couple things we can do) You speak with your eyes And stutter when you blink I know it's not mine But I reserve the right to think Everything you say to me is a signal Everything you've done to me says you're single So tell your crooked teeth not to brace themselves For better or worse, I will embrace this hell 'Cause talking's great but I won't force you to Yeah talking's great but talking's torture too