I listened to your CD on the bus

On my way home

I'll tell you what I think when I can

Organize my thoughts into a poem

I saw you at our show

I didn't know you knew the words

I wish I looked into your mouth

When you started to sing the second verse

I wonder what you think about

When your head's up in space

I wonder if you'd ever want me

To show you my favorite hiding place

He's just a little boy dressed up as a little girl