| I don’t have to say a thing | 
| She knows exactly what I want | 
| And anytime I feel like this | 
| What we have goes out for lunch | 
| She looks at me like a gun cocked | 
| And I’m afraid to turn my back | 
| For fear of being locked | 
| She leans forward for me to see | 
| That the lights of her majesty | 
| She’s tempting me with a razorblades | 
| But time is money at a penny arcade | 
| And there’s forgiving in the shadows | 
| And the birds that are afraid of being laid | 
| The court jester holds up a light bulb and says | 
| All that is made is made to decay | 
| To know her is to love her | 
| And I love her, but I don’t know her | 
| To know her is to love her | 
| And I love her, but I don’t know her | 
| I feel for a place to sit | 
| Things always go on this way | 
| I’m lost for a little bit | 
| 'Til I come up with something to say | 
| Then I’ll go on and on | 
| About rat skulls in her lawn | 
| I’ll not specifically gonna mention names | 
| Her and I know were just a shame | 
| She knows I’m here | 
| And she readily rebukes her sister | 
| She treats me with a sudden respect | 
| Suddenly she calls me 'Mister' | 
| But just as soon, I soon forget | 
| And start poking around in the trash | 
| Talking myself into outer space | 
| And watching the reactions on her face | 
| To know her is to love her | 
| And I love her, but I don’t know her | 
| To know her is to love her | 
| And I love her, but I don’t know her | 
| The picture of her sitting there | 
| Being her on that chair | 
| I can only say as much as I please | 
| But not as much as I dare | 
| Where is the little girl who fell in love with me | 
| The girl who fell in love with a satellite | 
| That little girl has moved out now | 
| But the satellite still comes around | 
| Most every other night | 
| I think my interest bleeds a heart | 
| Of a dead dog | 
| Lying in her yard | 
| I could catch her standing naked | 
| I could catch her cold | 
| I could catch her breath and bottle it | 
| But I could never catch her off guard | 
| And I go there nowadays | 
| It’s like visiting a sinking ship | 
| And I’m a man overboard | 
| And she won’t throw me a lifeline | 
| Symbolically represented by her lips | 
| Yes, to know her is to love her | 
| And I love her, but I don’t know her | 
| To know her is to love her | 
| And I love her, but I don’t know her | 
| No no no noo |