Your body is a road map
But I can't read it
Your eyes are headlights
But I'm your deer, my dear to my surprise
Your face is like an atlas
But under your cover is just a guestlist
But I'm not hip so I'm not on your checklist
My love is a demo that is unsolicited
In two days, I have to make a decision
Am I going to make an incision in your life?