The way you arch your back and comb your hair

The way you only come when no-one else is there

The way you look like you might know a secret

There's not a lot I can do, it's peculiarly you

Like the patron saint of some great cause

Clothes heaped in battles around the bedroom floor

And I ain't come to find and I ain't tryin' to save you

There's not a lot I can do, it's peculiarly you

How well I know

How well I know

Oh, leaving well enough alone

Leaving well enough alone

The way you're sacrificing, light for heat

Worlds collide when others rarely meet

The way you look like you might tell a secret

There's not a lot I can do, it's peculiarly you