I’m gonna talk you right out of that dressA little faster than the way you saidYou’re just a small combination of intuitive punchlinesJust running through my headCan you picture frame this scene?Where do you even hang a guy like me?I know your stay here is just temporaryBut my wit never quite goes out of styleAnd so we run.And over the years we sang, woah oh, woahAnd nothing’s been easier for meThan getting lost between the treesI think I always knewThat we’d both end up right where we’re supposed to beAnd that’s with me.So correct me if I’m wrong, but I thought you knew all alongThat my intentions were right whereThey we’re supposed to beMy phone’s been ringing off I betWith messages you’ll never getI’m sure this taxi’s just got somewhere else to beSomewhere else to be. and so we run.And over the year’s we sang, woah oh, woah oh.(chorus)And if this conversation, leads the the accusationThat my failed attempts at finding youHave been tastefully obsceneThen I would tell you a storyAbout a boy and his gloryAnd how a girl he knew once used to her eyesTo bring him to his knees.I’m gonna talk you right out of, oh, that dressA little faster than the way you said to me, you said.(and ever since the sixth grade)And I know we’re out of our headsBut I’ll find you and show you exactly what I mean.