Where are you right now, me, running late
Looking for what, I don't know
Miss, I dig you and you know it
We'll find ourselves a hideout
I'm not the kind of guy to
You freeze me and break me
There's something in you
Into the hollow of the waves
Of the swells that settle
And the sound of the night
We'll outsmart the stats
By ignoring the percentages
Of the odds I'd have
I'm not the kind of guy to
You freeze me and break me
There's something in you
No I'm not the kind of guy to
You freeze me and break me
There's something in you
I just wanted you to follow me
Listening to old Jazz from the twenties
But you wanted my butter
But that pays next to nothing
I'm not the kind of guy to
You freeze me and break me
There's something in you
I'm not the kind of guy to
You freeze me and break me
There's something in you