Prelude

I'm insecure

Of that I'm sure

Don't need a counselor or seminar to see

And even when it's only you and me

There seems to be

Somethin' that you keep behind your teeth

You think I would know

How this would go

But maybe that's exactly what I wanted

No need to hope

Count to three

You get what you see

And every time you go out here thinkin'

Maybe it's me

Mmm...

You think I'd know better by now...