| She comes walking down the street | |
| That's the kind, hey, | |
| That's the kind I want to meet | |
| I think I'm making it up | |
| I should be putting it down | |
| and it's beginning to show | |
| I get it fixed in my head | |
| and it won't let go | |
| Oh, I can't help myself | |
| when I feel this way | |
| I want to be someone else | |
| When I get this feeling | |
| it gets in my system | |
| I can't put the brakes on | |
| Now she's walking next to me | |
| that's the place, yeah, | |
| that's the place I want to be | |
| I think I'm making it up | |
| I should be putting it down | |
| and it's beginning to show | |
| I get it fixed in my head | |
| and it won't let go |