Oh I’m eyeing you, looking so strange you are

Oh you, wearing that little sweater

And I’m eyeing you, rocking those frames you are

Oh you, looking like a homeschooler

And you’re telling me “I can’t see, what you see in me”

Telling me “I can’t see, what you see in me”

Well baby

You, you can make it good

You can make it make it look good