The slip, the slip, slip of my tongue when I told you, you were the one   The slip, the slip, slip of my hands when I held you, when I held you   Is this what you expected of me?   Is this what you were hoping I'd be?      I've got closets   Full of secrets   I'm not hiding   I'm just cautious   I've got closets   Full of secrets   I'm not hiding   I'm just cautious      I'm afraid of growing old   Paying the bills, and being government controlled   I can't say that it's my cup of tea.   It's nothing that I hoped it'd be.      I've got closets   Full of secrets   I'm not hiding   I'm just cautious   I've got closets   Full of secrets   I'm not hiding   I'm just cautious      It makes me nauseous....