She floored me with her attempts
To restrain her hands but she's a mechanic
And I've been known to become a machine
If the lights grow dim
I began to pray for rain
Hoping this machine would rust
Do you think that we'll fall in love
We'll just fall in love
We'll be more than friends
We'll be everything
No oil spilled, no gaskets burst
But the mechanic didn't even use her tools
Tears of failure streaming down a face
Worthy of paint, a frame, and the Lourve
Left me pondering the importance of flesh
Do you think that we'll fall in love
We'll just fall in love
We'll be more than friends
We'll be everything
More than friends we'll be
Everthing