I miss that one girl
The one who used to invite me over for Sunday dinner
The one who used to ignore her husband
And sit on the floor at my feet
Handily keeping up her end of
A very interesting conversation
The one who used to make me feel special

Afterwards all I got was mixed signals
Subtle? Maybe
Obvious? Maybe
What's that noise?
Oh, she's talking
Why is she saying that?

Oh good, now we're both confused