Lyrics

It's difficult not to worry about what happens next Certain looks sort out confused looks And certain looks sport confused looks I watched us talking in the mirror You put on that look Says this little star wishes she weren't single It is the eye that catches me a man protesting his worth It is the year that catches you putting the shake on your words You are alert as a tigress at a common table with her fate You can almost taste it We'll be gone be morning or be together by then We'll be gone be morning or be together by then I believe every woman has made up her mind to win