Betcha thought you got the serious one didn’t ya
you let the glasses and the books fool ya
but ya got the one who sings a capella in the mirror
like a blind girl at the fair with her cotton-candy hair
whisperin’ prayers in the air as she lays her feelings bare
and ya know she wants you to hold her
Betcha thought you got the serious one didn’t ya
you let the glasses and the books fool ya
but ya got the one who moans french love poems in the pillow
one who sets the world afire with heartbeats so indiscreet
you can hear them ‘cross the street
and ya know she wants you to kiss her
Betcha thought you got the serious one didn’t ya
you let the glasses and the books fool ya
you thought she was introverted coz her little heart was wounded
turns out she’s a phoenix
out of ashes resurrected
not at all disenchanted
more the hunter than the hunted
and ya know she wants ya to touch her
Betcha thought you got the serious one didn’t ya
you let the glasses and the books fool ya
but ya got the one who squeals as she frees her inner freak
in a symptomatic streak
she’s your comic book princess, your
mademoiselle in distress
either cryin’ in the shower or just rollin’ mad with laughter
and ya know she wants ya to love her
i betcha you when you saw her with her glasses and her books….
betcha thought you got the serious one didn’t ya?
michèle voltaire marcelin
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