Love your apartment
Love your privacy
Love the wide open spaces
You like to keep your mornings free
Your nights with me
Because you love to read
Novelties you found on the street
Just like me
You love a good mystery

You love your friends
I love mine too
But our friends aren't friends
And mine don't like you
They see the things that I don't know
They don't know what I see in you

But Monday morning
When the light comes through
And the week blooms
You're in your room
In the nude
Searching for what you lost
The night before
You almost said it
But it escaped you
I'm glad you didn't but I wish you had anyway
I wouldn't hold you to it
Anyway

I don't believe you're out of cash
Because I've seen the machine that holds your stash
I don't believe you were alone last night when the phone explodes

In the middle of our lovely apartment
Love your privacy
So why keep inviting me
Why do you talk to me
Like you talk to every, everyone?
You love a good mystery
I guess that's why you're here with me
And that is why I won't believe you
When you tell me
You love me