What you will
What I will
Where’d you go?
I can’t say,
I just went
I don’t understand you
What’s to understand?
We’re the same
Yeah,
But I don’t understand you
I wish I understood myself
Then maybe I could understand you
Why, then, you hide away when I call you beautiful
What would you do?
I don’t have to worry about that
Most girls like to be told they are
I’m not like most girls
So I’ve noticed.