I know I thought I'd think it through, the thinking part of younAnd guess what popped upnGood God, I've got a good idea how you're gonna feel come the summernWe're such a super team, sitting under the silver screennIsn't it a pretty thing?nIt's pretty clearnCool, collected, smart and smoothnGood thing I'm smarter than younWhat do you wanna do?nCome nownHow come a cameo?nConcerned but don't you know I'm still spinningnSweetheart, I'm sure you think you're sure I like you even morenMy brains burningnWe're both superstars, sitting under the Moon and MarsnIsn't pretty to think sonNo one knowsnCool, collected, smart and smoothnGood thing I'm smarter than younWhat do you wanna do?nI know it's just how it sometimes goesnGuess there is no other waynEven best friends fade awaynWhat do you wanna do?nI might have to rant about, or write a book on how these things happen...