Pretending I am a boy Has proved all too easy Well I sense some problem near it It's the kind of smoke that could make us invisible See the thing is, I haven't seen you lately (okay!) In the book of working I delve into I watch you cursing, it reminds me you're angry (alright!) And we don't smile, I can act right, don't stare So do you, so do you, so do you Love me, love me, love me So do you, so do you, so do you Love me, love me, love me So do you, so do you, so do you Love me, love me, love me Things'll get better The words I'm kindred were beneath my wood pen (thank you!) With the children that could look good in some house paint (that's good!) I sew my face into a permanent crush high (like you!) I play with chocolate bars behind the newsstand So do you, so do you, so do you Love me, love me, love me So do you, so do you, so do you Love me, love me, love me So do you, so do you, so do you Love me, love me, love me Things'll get better Stumble with me, it's nice in the breeze Ghosts are all looking for pennies in the trees And they're weeping, their eyes Picnic bees are brushing me and brushing me Then it's over