People are like songs, it’s true.
Some seem dull at first, but then they grow on you.
Me, I’m like "Can’t Get You Out Of My Head".
Annoying at times but I’ll make you wanna dance.
But you are the only one I’ve met who’s "God Only Knows".
I liked you the first time I met you and it grows and grows and grows.
People are like songs, I swear.
Some found you as a child and still they’re always there.
A boy I knew was "Anarchy in the UK".
Burned out too quickly, but in such a beautiful way.
And you are the only one I’ve met who’s "God Only Knows".
I liked you the first time I met you and it grows and grows and grows.
People are like songs, I’ve been told.
Some claim your ears but you never hear a story unfold.
Old "Radio Ga Ga" are your high-school friends.
Reminds you of times when you were someone else.
And "God Only Knows" and you, paired off us two
as to turn now the seasons you come and go.
I can never claim control of either of you,
your too-sweet two-beats or mine alone.
And I try to stay humble over the fact
that I sometimes wonder "Time is right?".
You will pass my door, the crescendo comes, and ...
And "God Only Knows" and you have the same sad singularity
that every time it’s over I want to press "play" again.
But the only difference appears to be
I can force it on one of you and on the other I can’t.