She goes her way
And I go mine
Through a line of cars
I catch her eye

Know what sheu0027ll say
Heard all her lines
Weu0027re trapped like flies
In jars of vaseline

Weu0027re flies in vaseline
We're flies in vaseline
We're flies in vaseline.

Iu0027m not the tale
She wants to tell,
Iu0027m not the wedding bell
She dreamt sheu0027d ring

That page is blank,
Her inkwell spilled
This splintered quill
Wonu0027t write the song she sings

Canu0027t write the song she sings
Canu0027t write the song she sings
Won't ever write the song she sings.

She comes undone
At the first sight of me
And I couldnu0027t be less amused

I couldn't be less amused

Couldn't, couldn't, couldn't, couldn't,
Couldn't, couldn't, couldn't, couldn't, couldn't,
Couldn't be less amused
Couldn't be less amused
Less amused
Less amused