You never see it coming,
until it hammers down your door.
You never even notice that big gaping hole
in your wall.
And oh, what's more -
I never would have thought to look you
so deep in the eyes
instead of on the surface
like skipping stones or dragon flies.
But oh, isn't it fun and romantic.
Oh, I think it's time that I made you mine.
Oh, whoa, whoa.
And don't we have a knack, dear,
for playing, playing in the brush.
And though there might be thorns there
I'm pretty sure we'll like it just as much
as if we were to wake up
in a hotel with silk sheets
and ladies who will make up our bed
as we're running down the beach in bare feet.
(Kazoo solo.)
I hope you'll stay a while,
wait a day or two for this fog to clear.
And though it's hard to swallow,
it's that hammering that I need to hear.
And oh, isn't it fun and romantic.
Oh, I think it's time that I made you mine
and oh, isn't it fun and romantic.
Oh, I think it's time that I made you mine.
Oh.