Orson

Did somebody tell you what I couldn't tell you
I hope they did
I hope they didn't
Well I oughta regret it
Or should I forget it
Whatever this is
It feels electric
You shot me a sweet look
Gave me your yearbook
Told me to sign it
It was a signal
But I couldn't find the words
I just couldn't find the nerve
As usual
Here's my bright idea
I'll just disappear
I'll just fly away from here
(Hey!)
And now you're in Hollywood
Right in my neighborhood
Things are really looking up for you
An army of managers
And lots of pretty boys lining up
To read for you
Oh, I'm pretty sure that it was you
That I bumped into just the other day
At the record store
But I still don't have a clue
I just couldn't talk to you
As usual
Here's my bright idea
Mmmm