We fight about nothing and I'm in a huff
This makes you frustrated and then we make up
Shorten the distance for the long view
This is the conclusion I come to
Who's been sleeping in my bed?
Laid between music sheets and me
How can we know the partners from their parts
A small expiration, as they say in France
Hence the conclusion I've come to
Come too
Sometimes I have to hide from your eyes
Too close within your sights for disguise
You know it's a strange thing, this physical act
So fearsomely naked, so matter of fact