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...