(Lyrics by Ben Folds) I know what she And I can She knows me and I know her What I hate and what I prefer I know her scent I know her touch Where to hold her And just how much My lady belongs here And so do I We know what the truth is And where to lie Oh, how I love her Familiar I Waiting for the phone to ring (Waiting for the phone) The shakes of anxiety The flaccid response to nerves The hideous revelation of character The unfamiliar smell of breath and skin Unexpected noises from within My lady belongs here And so do I We know what the truth is And where to lie Oh, how I love her Familiar But my love is familiar She knows me and I know her What I hate; what I prefer I know her scent I know her touch Where to hold her And just how much My lady belongs here And so do I My lady belongs here And so do I We know what the truth is And where to lie Oh, how I love her Familiar Sliced apples, almond bu*ter, and feta cheese Let Watching moves on the TV and fall asleep Arms wrapped around So happy We weep (Boy do I love that)