Lyrics:
I'm not a poetAnd I know itThere is no deep secretTossing inside meI have no timingI can't form my feelingsSometimes I rhymeSometimes I don'tSo go ahead, take a look at my kitchenTake a look at the woodgrain thereWhat's it for? That hardwood floor Is where I'm walkin' and thinkin'Walkin' and thinkin'About you