How deliberate of you to get me thinking of your hair But she begs to differ And nothing's preconceived with you That's why we're getting messed up I've seen it all before (I've seen it all before) There's something about those nights That gets me clear of your carousel mind Sick of the nosebleed, taking a cold breath I thought I made myself inescapably clear Taking a shiver fit, wait till the weather hits I don't want to wake up here tonight How deliberate of you to get me thinking of your hair But she begs to differ And nothing's preconceived with you That's why we're getting messed up