Lyrics:

One, two, three

You can roll me up a bill
You can roll me out a dice
Can't say what I'm thinking if I think it might be twice
But I tell you for sure, got no head for figures but yours
Doesn't mean that in your hands
I'm as awkward as can be
Doesn't mean your eyes are the eyes I long to see
But I tell you for sure, got no head for figures but yours
I'm stating my position, and to make it clear
There's this little spray I'll need
Nothing too dramatic
Does what on the tin you'll read
It can lead to feeling cold
It can burn you when it's hot
Have you doubting Thomas when he's certain that he's not
But I tell you for sure, got no head for figures but yours

Run your fingers through my hair
Run a mile if you can flee
Run it by whoever, by whoever that might be
But I tell you for sure
Got no head for figures but yours
It might seem overzealous
Coming up with lines
Women might regard untrue
But show me any woman
That figures aren't important to
You can read me out a line
That's a riot to behold
Don't know why in summer
It's in summer now it's cold
But I tell you for sure, got no head for figures but yours
Got no head for figures but yours
I got no head for figures but yours
He's got no head for figures but yours (yours, yours)