Coming To Grips Songtext

well, cindy oleo - the margarine girlshe says to me, "i don't like boys"i tell her i don't like them either, she tells me i don't understandso i stand there and i stand there, yeah, but i guess i didn't knowi didn't know any better, i didn't know she might preferi need an answer to my letter, is she really going out with her?speaking of, i've got a couple words for the author of the book of lovenever wrote a chapter about thisnow maybe there were pages i missed (i'm not that bright)i know it was a long time agoas i stare up at her broken window, i turn my back and i walk homei didn't know any better, i didn't know she might preferi need an answer to my letter, is she really going out with her?it would be so hard, it would take, take some time, but i've got timein my mind i go there sometimes, in my mind i go thereall this time alone and i feel fine, i feel fineall this time alone and i feel fine, i feel finein my mind, in my mind, in my mind, oh in my mind, my mind, my mind, my mind, my mind, my mindguess i didn't knowi didn't know any better, i didn't know she might preferi need an answer to my letter, is she really, really going out with her?going out with her?