I write secret messages
I hide them at festivals
I invite boys on boat rides
Then they don't show up
I make plans
Those plans don't work
I tell your dog to tell your cat to tell your bird
To tell you that I like you
Those plans don't work
I stay in and I wait
I calculate for days
I stay in, I wait
I'm a calculating babe
You could sleep in the guestroom
You need plenty of legroom
We could talk about the weather
We could offer each other our sweaters
Let's talk about the weather
Nanana whatever
You could sleep in the guestroom
You need plenty of legroom
Aha you grew up in this place
So you know every corner
I only just moved to the city
You know, out of boredom
You could sleep in the guestroom
You need plenty of legroom
I write secret messages
I hide them at festivals
I invite boys on boat rides
Boys never show up
I make plans
Those plans don't work
I tell your dog to tell your cat to tell your bird
You could sleep in the guestroom
You need plenty of legroom