Please Don't Answer Me

I was wondering,

While you were in the bar with me.

Did the candle by you,

Signal a flame inside your jeans?

But please don't answer me.

My drink just became three.

And yes I am scared,

Of what the truth may be.

And it feels like I've been hit by a motorbike.

Sure, it's lonely but it's safe.

And gentle on the break.

I was wondering,

Is my name in your book tonight?

Is there a page or five,

Concerning me and you?

Oh nevermind.

But please don't answer me.

I couldn't spare the wait.

You were dumb, dull, and broke,

And yet I still feel like I am great.

And it feels like I've been hit by a motorbike.

Sure, it's lonely but it's safe.

And you turned on the break..

Sure, it's lonely but it's safe.

And gentle on the break.

And it feels like I've been hit by a motorbike.

Sure, it's lonely but it's safe.

And gentle on the break.

Sure, it's lonely but it's safe.

And gentle on the break.

And it feels like I've been hit by a motorbike.

Sure, it's lonely but it's safe.

And gentle on the break.

Sure, it's lonely but it's safe.

And gentle on the break.