If This Premonition Proves to be True, then Your False Statement Deserves a Round of Applause
I see it in your eyes
Deep underneath your retina
I see it in your disguise
At least I'm bettin' on it
And I can't fight these feelings
Because I wasn't born with boxing gloves
And I can't shake these feelings
Any more than my moroccas
I can't fight these feels
Though I can make them run
I can't escape just what I feel
'Cause I lost the key to my heart's lock
[CHORUS]
If this premonition proves to be true
Then your false statement deserves a
Round of applause
I see it in your eyes
Deep underneath the retina
That something's not right
Just ask Mary Lou Retton
She's bringing home the gold
What's not bought is sold
Poor Grandma's getting old
No italics for me just bold
She has to house bring me gold
What is not sold
Bad Grandma oh no italic for me
Is getting bought
Only ventured
[CHORUS]
Deep underneath your retina
I see it in your disguise
At least I'm bettin' on it
And I can't fight these feelings
Because I wasn't born with boxing gloves
And I can't shake these feelings
Any more than my moroccas
I can't fight these feels
Though I can make them run
I can't escape just what I feel
'Cause I lost the key to my heart's lock
[CHORUS]
If this premonition proves to be true
Then your false statement deserves a
Round of applause
I see it in your eyes
Deep underneath the retina
That something's not right
Just ask Mary Lou Retton
She's bringing home the gold
What's not bought is sold
Poor Grandma's getting old
No italics for me just bold
She has to house bring me gold
What is not sold
Bad Grandma oh no italic for me
Is getting bought
Only ventured
[CHORUS]