Spectacle Girl

god i love the way you wear your glasses

you got my glass half full now, my shades half pulled down

and i don't think i wanna think of anyone else

cause when your olive skin shines it's in my blood line

you know i wanna be yours

but you won't even talk to me

about the intricacies

of your philosophies

you don't think my intellect

could be so indirect

what do you expect of me spectacle girl?

so sit and smile and laugh and make me happy

let's spend the whole day, watching the freeway

there's nothing i would rather do on saturday night

then let my feelings smolder between your shoulders yeah

oh don't you wanna be mine?

am i so easy to ignore?

that you could shut the door?

and leave me on the floor?

i'm trying to find a precedent

for all this mistreatment

but it don't make no sense

because you know all the right things to say

and i would never understand them anyway

we would make a wonderful world

me and my spectacle girl.