I like you too much
I like you too little
And if you don't believe me
You can feel my pulse
I'll take you out to lunch
I'll read you like a riddle
If no one's on the phone
You better give them a call
You sting like a wasp
Or bite like a critter
Take your picture
'Cause you're making all the birds twitter

Pour cholula on my heart
And limbo like a sinner
I like you 'cause you're
Not the kind of nothing I know
Not the kind of nothing I know

You're feeling white hot, or colder icicle
I see you when you stop the car, roll down the window
Cherry Cola what, I'll meet you in the middle
I'll take you to the dance if ya wanna go
Like a hot knife, ya cut through butter
I flutter, when I talk I make you stutter

Pour cholula on my heart
And limbo like a sinner
I like you 'cause you're
Not the kind of nothing I know
Not the kind of nothing I know
Not the kind of nothing I know
Not the kind of nothing I know
Not the kind of nothing I know

Not the kind of nothing I know
Ah yeah, yeah yeah
Not the kind of nothing I know
Ooh, oh, oh
Not the kind of nothing I know
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Not the kind of nothing I know