I am talking to myself about her 
and it seems so that I definitely doubt her.
She's so fine but then again I've been knowing her for a long long time
which makes it hard for me to move.

Well, she's a butterfly babe with bubblegum proof:
she never loses her flavour.
And I might just tell her what's on my mind
but I'm not sure if she will return the favour.
So I just order some courage at the bar
walk up to her and oh my god what will I say.

oh no no no no no you can't
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
but you can't get get get get with her
well I don't know oh-oh like 
oh no no no no no you can't 
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
but you can't get get get get with her
well I don't know, I don't know.

Tiptoe through the grass on a Sunday morning.
My thoughts blossom cause I'm in bloom about him.
But he don't know that I melt like sno when he shines on me I'm over the rainbow
but I can't tell him cause I'm afraid he'll go

so we just measure up the weather as we stroll through the park,
maybe it's more easy when it's dark,
but we're laughing the romance away again, singing

oh no no no no no you can't
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
but you can't get get get get with her
well I don't know oh-oh like 
oh no no no no no you can't 
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
but you can't get get get get with her
well I don't know, I don't know.