Hey I know
That there's something inside And you're afraid to let it show
It's OK
'Cause I think you know I know you know
The things you want to say
I think I know what you seek
You don't need words to speak
It's the way you look at me that says
That you could be my Joan of Arc
And I could be your Bonaparte
And everything could be oh so swell
Well?
Follow me down
Throw me a line
Just say a word
Give me a sign
I stare at my shoes
And survey the style
Give me an inch
And they'll walk a mile
It's so true
That people feel regret for all the things they never do
And if you go away
I will never bother you again but I will say
The answer's no until you ask
You'll be sad when this has passed
You'll be old and wish for this someday
And you could be my Joan of Arc
And I could be your Bonaparte
And everything could be oh so swell
Well?
