I've got a case of the stares like you wouldn't believe.   Everyone moves around with me,   I try to focus but I can't keep still   and since you're kind I think you will.      Just hold right there,   don't move or blink.   Just need a minute   to sit and think   I've got span of attention as long as my teeth   Every urge on that swing turns tragically free.   There's nothing more attractive like the thing you can't have.   I've got every intention of loosing my tie,   from the motivation to make this man mine.      Just hold right there   don't move or blink.   Just need a minute   to sit and think.      I'm going to be sick,   I think I'm going to be sick