I am not the kind of boy
Who should be rudely barging in on a high chart position
But you are not the kind of girl
Who should be making the wrong song
This is surely not how you thought it would sound
I lose myself in a daydream
Where I stand and say
Don’t say "Yes (to Max)", run away now
I’ll meet you when you’re out of the studio at the back door
Don’t wait or sing a single verse
You need to hear me out
And they said, "Record now"