Turnabout

You think you know what's going through my mind
Gesture oh-so subtley and bat your eyes
you undulate and gyrate closer to me
girl, what you don't know could fill a vast library

I'm thinkin' about it, but I don't know
I kinda doubt it, I'll probably just go home

You tell me secrets, they taste like lies
I savor knowing, but wonder why
Could it be that the truth deeper stil lies
and this poor boy is in for your surprise?

I'm thinkin' about it, but I don't know
I kinda doubt it, I'll probably just go home