Hey I know    That there's something inside And you're afraid to let it show      It's OK   'Cause I think you know I know you know   The things you want to say      I think I know what you seek    You don't need words to speak   It's the way you look at me that says      That you could be my Joan of Arc    And I could be your Bonaparte   And everything could be oh so swell   Well?      Follow me down    Throw me a line   Just say a word   Give me a sign   I stare at my shoes   And survey the style   Give me an inch   And they'll walk a mile       It's so true    That people feel regret for all the things they never do   And if you go away    I will never bother you again but I will say      The answer's no until you ask    You'll be sad when this has passed   You'll be old and wish for this someday      And you could be my Joan of Arc    And I could be your Bonaparte   And everything could be oh so swell   Well?