The birds and bees, the you's and the me's
The way you smile, the way you make me weak in the knees
Tell me what's on your mind
The way you stare, I'm well aware
But would I dare to tell you what's on my mind?
You might be surprised
Let's be honest
Then you wouldn't have to guess
On Sunday, we'll just have to confess
And everything will be just fine
If I could be honest