She brushed her arm at me, swept me away,
She never said a word,
I knew it was trouble when she turned,
And it was enough to know it was trouble when she turned, when she turned.
Somebody forged a rule, called it divine, but what it means to you is not what it means to me,
Packed up my bags to catch the 11:15,
I had enough, and knew it was trouble when I heard, when I heard,
Whoa.
I felt so helpless; always the same when she's away,
A brillig day, calloo-callay,
What does it mean? What did he say?
What does it mean?
How does it feel?
What does it mean?
How does it feel?
