3T4

Stop talking 'bout the weather
I'd like to feel fine
Dressed up in coated leather
You make up my mind

Keep swimming like no other
Not keen for a gent
Falling for her agenda
I'm not paying the rent

Confused about her gender
I wake up in doubt
Messed up I read her letter
I'm taking her out

Know your own
You might accept the things you want
Called alone
You might retail the things you own