But, baby, I'm a bit different
And I don't like makeup.
I'm patient, so patient,
And I hardly ever get fed up.
I like to read,
I like to dream all day long.
I'm not one of your girls,
One of those about whom you'd write a song.
I'm good with numbers,
I hate tight tops,
I like poetry,
I love raindrops,
I lose mysef in music,
I find myself in its words,
I enjoy doing nothing
But watch the flying birds.
No, I don't have plans for tonight
Or any night.
Because my idea of fun
Is stay home and write.
I know I'm a bit different
Than what you're used to
But I'd be there for you
Even if you refused to.
You may be way too good for me.
I may be way too crazy for you.
Though if you bear me a little longer,
We can paint the sky blue.
We can paint the sky blue again
Despite my fear and your pain.
