Warm like June, sweet like Caroline
And still like leaves dying on the vine
When the same blank stare hurts more than it should
And it hurts when you move, do you have to be so good?
Do you, do you, do you, do you?
I do, I do, I do, I do
And a schoolboy's charm is saying what he means
And it does no harm and unravels at the seams
And the golden tine is twisting in your back
And it hurts when you move, do you want to be like that?
Do you, do you, do you, do you?
I do, I do, I do, I do