| 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 snow 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 |
| (Duet, both singers:) |
| Oh no no no no no you can’t |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah |
| But you can’t get get get get with him/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 him/her |
| Well I don’t know, I don’t know. |