At first she turns me down
But then she asks me to come around
She tells me stories about love
But she’s afraid of a simple touch
If only I could read her mind
Riddled with these inconsistencies
‘cause she’s talking birds and bees and lots of babies
But prefers to live independently
If I could find the key to women’s riddles (find the key)
If I could find a way to figure it out (you and me)
Or should I walke down the road
To the mysteries of her soul?
For the evening she asks me out
But she talks to other guys, she twists and shouts
I’m the silent type so I waved goodbye
Or yellow moon, what kind of fool am I?
If I could find the key to women’s riddles (find the key)
If I could find a way to figure it out (you and me)
Or should I walk down the road
To the mysteries of her soul?