It's difficult not to worry about what happens next
Certain looks sort out confused looks
And certain looks sport confused looks
And I watched us talking in the mirror
And you put on that look
That says this little star wishes she weren't single
It is the eye that catches me a man protesting his worth
It is the year that catches you putting the shake on your words
You are alert as a tigress at a common table with her fate
You can almost taste it
We'll be gone by morning or be together by then (x2)
And I believe every woman has made up her mind to win