Black holes and unraised moles Let's just call them freckles Haircut, heart left Happy on the West Coast Coat fell, heart swells Draped across the sofa Sleep well I feel you've ruined me forever I don't want to sound trite but you are perfect The way you look could seriously make nature dysmorphic I wish that you would kiss me 'til the point of paralysis The way I flail my arms in front of you it just embarra**es I'll never turn my body clock back And think about the things I'm glad I left out Some things are best left unsaid