He likes to keep his brain on the more mundane’Cos some things, they just are, you knowThings are falling into place the thinking of the chaseThe picturing her face upon the body of a silicon based porn-starI dont know why but i just love everything about youI ‘m gonna try not to think; if i think, i could doubt youStar-cross’d lovers take their lives every friday niteHe’s swearing by the moon againAnd she, she tells invented dreams and she finds it hard to breatheYeah she writes his name in steam upon the shower screen with her left hand … ooohI dont know why but i just love everything about youI’m gonna try not to think; if i think, i could doubt youLittle me, little unromantic meHonestly, sincerely unromantic me little me!I dont know why but i just love everything about youI’m gonna try not to think; if i think, i could doubt you