Clear-eyed girl. In a crooked way. All the crooked walkin. To avoid and evade. Hair like maple skin like cream. Bet they say I love you. When you strip them thin. Chorus:. Baby you’re so vague. That you probably think this song ain’t about you. Green eyed boys. Lick the razor blade. Girl I think I love you. And the mess you made. Setting you up. It don’t get you down. When you flash your fangs. You own this town. Chorus:. Baby you’re so vague. That you probably think this song ain’t about you