You could be sad but never torn

You saw the light when it was on

You never turned or looked away

Your eyes were focused, mine were grey



Your sentences were concentrated 

You made your points so understated

Where I would mumble, you would say

Your eyes were focused, mine were grey



I made up conversations with my symbolic language

Saying everybody wants to be like you

But I'd rather fall in love with you



You got the picture from the start

You saw right through me in the dark

You saw that I couldn't behave

with eyes so focused, yet so frail



I chose you from a million

You were the choice of billions

wishing they would try to be like you

But I'd rather fall in love with you



Ba-ba-ba baa-ba...



You questioned men and called them whores

But you would never burn your bra

You held your head up in the rain

Your eyes were focused, mine were grey



You had relationships that worked

and yet experience with jerks

So well adjusted, but with charm

Your eyes were focused and yet calm



I'm fairly realistic

But my thought are out of lip-sync

when I say that I'm not one of those

who pass you by and fall in love with you

who pass you by and fall in love with you

who pass you by and fall in love with you



I'll pass you by and fall in love with you 



Ba-ba-ba baa-ba...