Shes writing, shes writing
Shes writing a novel
Shes writing, shes weaving
Conceiving a plot
It quickens, it thickens
You cant put it down now
It takes you, it shakes you
It makes you lose your thought
But youre caught in your own glory
You are believing your own stories
Writing your own headlines
Ignoring your own deadlines
But now youve gotta write them all again
You think shes an open book
But you dont know which page to turn to, do you
You think shes an open book
But you dont know which page to turn to, do you
Do you Do you
You want her, confront her
Just open your window
Unbolt it, unlock it
Unfasten your latch
You want it, confront it
Just open your window
All you really have to do is ask
But youre caught in your own glory
You are believing your own stories
Timing your contractions
Inventing small contraptions
That roll across your polished hardwood floors
You think shes an open book
But you dont know which page to turn to, do you
You think shes an open book
But you dont know which page to turn to, do you
Do you Do you
You think shes an open book
But you dont know which page to turn to, do you
Do you Do you Do you