She said So, tell me what you're thinkingnHe don't know, so impressionablenSo she let go, and in the art of drinkingnHe took those signs as something he saidnThe stupid things you saidnWere never meant to make such sensenDon't take this to your headn'Cause that could be the consequencenAnd this one, ohnSo she said So, and so he mentioned somethingnSo dead wrong, so questionablenSo she said Son, is this all that you're thinking?nAnd it was far from comfortablenSo she said nDon't take this to the heartnIt never meant to make such sensenWhen this is just the startnAnd that was just an accidentnBut this one, ohnDid you think of that one?nIf every question wasn't questionablenWe would ask the unquestionablenIf every question wasn't questionablenWe would ask these questionsnIt never meant to make you say thatnThis is just the startnI never meant to make it stopnDon't take this to the heartn'Cause that could be the endnDid you think of that one? NonDidn't think of that onenIf every question wasn't questionable