Let's talk about you, or maybe me
Let's talk about love and ecstasy
You make me feel stiff, just like lumber
Why don't you just give me your number

You are staring from across the room
You're looking at me, I could asume
Once we give looks, you just turn around
Give me your number, how does that sound

I'm staring at you to see what's next
Trying to make things really complex
Now you turn and see me, we gave looks
Now we're reading eachother like books

You got up, you took away my frown
But to get cake, and you sat back down
You didn't eat it, just the strawberry
It was on top, looked fresh and ready

I am leaving without your number
If I do it will be a bummer
Give me your number so we can dial
You stared at me and began to smile

Ten more steps, heading towards the door
I guess love wasn't worth fighting for
I reached the door, someone grabbed my hand
Was it really you? No, it was a man

He gave me cake, said "Have a nice day"
I left home, didn't have much to say
I just put the cake on the table
I Went to sleep, didn't feel stable

Dreamed about her, she looked sweet and kind
Also about my cake, I had that in mind
My cake was missing something on top
A strawberry? My heart began to stop

Ran to the table, turned the light on
Looked for the cake, but it was gone
My sister ate it, said it was bomb
I searched in the trash in early dawn

I found the plate, oh yes I did
I was screaming like a little kid
I turned it around, and there I found,
Her number and kisses all around