I know I thought I'd think it through, the thinking part of you
And guess what popped up
Good God, I've got a good idea how you're gonna feel come the summer
We're such a super team, sitting under the silver screen
Isn't it a pretty thing?
It's pretty clear
Cool, collected, smart and smooth
Good thing I'm smarter than you
What do you wanna do?
Come now
How come a cameo?
Concerned but don't you know I'm still spinning
Sweetheart, I'm sure you think you're sure I like you even more
My brains burning
We're both superstars, sitting under the Moon and Mars
Isn't pretty to think so
No one knows
Cool, collected, smart and smooth
Good thing I'm smarter than you
What do you wanna do?
I know it's just how it sometimes goes
Guess there is no other way
Even best friends fade away
What do you wanna do?
I might have to rant about, or write a book on how these things happen...