No Head for Figures but Yours

One, two, three

You can roll me up a bill

You can roll me out a dice

Can't say what I'm thinking if I think it might be twice

But I tell you for sure, got no head for figures but yours

Doesn't mean that in your hands

I'm as awkward as can be

Doesn't mean your eyes are the eyes I long to see

But I tell you for sure, got no head for figures but yours

I'm stating my position, and to make it clear

There's this little spray I'll need

Nothing too dramatic

Does what on the tin you'll read

It can lead to feeling cold

It can burn you when it's hot

Have you doubting Thomas when he's certain that he's not

But I tell you for sure, got no head for figures but yours

Run your fingers through my hair

Run a mile if you can flee

Run it by whoever, by whoever that might be

But I tell you for sure

Got no head for figures but yours

It might seem overzealous

Coming up with lines

Women might regard untrue

But show me any woman

That figures aren't important to

You can read me out a line

That's a riot to behold

Don't know why in summer

It's in summer now it's cold

But I tell you for sure, got no head for figures but yours

Got no head for figures but yours

I got no head for figures but yours

He's got no head for figures but yours (yours, yours)