it's difficult not to worry about what happens next 

certain looks sort out confused looks 

and certain looks sport confused looks 

and I watched us talking in the mirror 

and you put on that look 

that says this little star wishes she weren't single 

it is the eye that catches me a man protesting his worth 

it is the year that catches you putting the shake on your words 

you are alert as a tigress at a common table with her fate 

you can almost taste it 

we'll be gone be morning or be together by then(x2) 

and I believe every woman has made up her mind to win