god i love the way you wear your gla**es you got my gla** half full now, my shades half pulled down and i don't think i wanna think of anyone else cause when your olive skin shines it's in my blood line you know i wanna be yours but you won't even talk to me about the intricacies of your philosophies you don't think my intellect could be so indirect what do you expect of me spectacle girl? so sit and smile and laugh and make me happy let's spend the whole day, watching the freeway there's nothing i would rather do on saturday night then let my feelings smolder between your shoulders yeah oh don't you wanna be mine? am i so easy to ignore? that you could shut the door? and leave me on the floor? i'm trying to find a precedent for all this mistreatment but it don't make no sense because you know all the right things to say and i would never understand them anyway we would make a wonderful world me and my spectacle girl.