Do you mind? Excuse me
I saw you over there, can I just tell you?
Although there are millions of cephalophores
That wander through this world
You've got something extra going on
I think you probably know
You probably get that a lot
I'll bet that people say that a lot to you, girl
The way you swing your head
While strolling fancy free
Or melting down some army guys
To make green tea
Though there are millions of cephalophores
That wander through this world
You've got something extra going on
I think you probably know
You probably already know
You act like I am stating the obvious
It's the way you swing your head
While strolling fancy free
Or melting down some army guys
To make green tea
As the headless horseman
Said to his associate
The bodiless baboon's been cradled
In his arms
Although millions of cephalophores
Are marching past my door
They're invisible to me
Except for one cephalophore
You probably get that a lot
I'll bet that people say that a lot
While you are sarcastically lip-syncing along
To words they felt were spoken spontaneously