Can you tell I'm lying?
I'm lying about my age.
He's gotta know she's lying.
She's lying to you, babe.
It's 'cause you make me nervous,
Wearing your Smiths tee shirt.
Must be so refined.
And I feel fine.
On the drive back home, you sit quietly.
Find the guts to steer yourself closer to me.
'Cause I feel more than fine,
Waking up by your side,
In your Smiths tee shirt.
Honestly, I never felt so incredibly alive.
And he makes me nervous.
Wearing his Smiths tee shirt.
I'm gonna change your mind.
And then we'll realize our horoscopes were right.