And she keeps calling you "darling"
Probably as a joke she won't admit
And it's simple, it is not my honey
But I know I should think of music
Play some weird chords , and appear to be sad
And it's simple, it is not my honey
Simple... but I know..
She's unfinished but sweet, nothing needs to change
She's unfinished but sweet, like a tiny rain
And it's simple, it is not my honey
Simple...