she walked to the bus stop like it was the top of the world
never in my life have I seen such a beautiful girl
she leaned over me and she made a suggestion
she looked in my eyes and said "What was the question?"
what was the question?
what was the question?
oh my god do you have to ask?
what was the question?
what was the question?
the answer now and make it fast
my heart was in my mouth and I bit my tongue
I may be stupid but I'm not so young
the scent of her body wrapped me up in smoke
all I could think was this some kind of joke?
what was the question?
what was the question?
oh my god do I have to guess?
what was the question?
what was the question?
do I have to have to confess?
the bus finally came but I had no strength to get on
I was still sitting there when the sun arose with the dawn
and when finally I found I could pry myself loose
I then realized that she had used up all of my juice
what was the question?
what was the question?
I guess that I finally know
what was the question?
what was the question?
you gotta go when it's your turn to go
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