Hey I know
That there's something inside And you're afraid to let it show
It's OK
'Cause I think you know I know you know
The things you want to say
I think I know what you seek
You don't need words to speak
It's the way you look at me that says
That you could be my Joan of Arc
And I could be your Bonaparte
And everything could be oh so swell
Well?
Follow me down
Throw me a line
Just say a word
Give me a sign
I stare at my shoes
And survey the style
Give me an inch
And they'll walk a mile
It's so true
That people feel regret for all the things they never do
And if you go away
I will never bother you again but I will say
The answer's no until you ask
You'll be sad when this has pa**ed
You'll be old and wish for this someday
And you could be my Joan of Arc
And I could be your Bonaparte
And everything could be oh so swell
Well?