Never thought that I'd
Lose my wandering eye
See myself as something not like them
The view from six feet high
Princesses or spies
Now I'm just pretending to pretend

I didn't grow up bright, polka-dotted
I tie my laces tight, double-knotted
I am not the man I had planned

Rolling on the ground
Come on, quiet down
Somehow I'm the keeper of the law
Promises I made
No matter my age
I'd be sympathetic to the small

I didn't grow up bright, polka-dotted
I tie my laces tight, double-knotted
I am not the man I had planned

Dinner with the folks, subtle floral notes
So it seems I've grown a taste for wine
With everything I've learned, cream to butter churned
Knowledge can solidify the mind

I didn't grow up bright, polka-dotted
I tie my laces tight, double-knotted
I am not the man I had planned