Her gravity makes me feel light-headed. small-talk turns to dust in my mouth. She doesn't know that I'm already. thinking bout how I'm gonna make her look my way. But she smiles at herself in mirrors. a little too often these days. Maybe I'm unbalanced. The way she walks my god she'd get it. All my friends reckon she is oh so fine. But the way I talk when I'm speaking near her. she must think I crawled out of the sea today. . But she smiles at herself in mirrors. a little too often these days. Maybe I'm unbalanced