Open Book

She's writing, she's writing
 She's writing a novel
 She's writing, she's weaving
 Conceiving a plot
 It quickens, it thickens
 You can't put it down now
 It takes you, it shakes you
 It makes you lose your thought
 But you're caught in your own glory
 You are believing your own stories
 Writing your own headlines
 Ignoring your own deadlines
 But now you've gotta write them all again
 You think she's an open book
 But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
 You think she's an open book
 But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
 Do you? Do you?
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 You want her, confront her
 Just open your window
 Unbolt it, unlock it
 Unfasten your latch
 You want it, confront it
 Just open your window
 All you really have to do is ask
 But you're caught in your own glory
 You are believing your own stories
 Timing your contractions
 Inventing small contraptions
 That roll across your polished hardwood floors
 You think she's an open book
 But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
 You think she's an open book
 But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
 Do you? Do you?
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 Well, you think she's an open book
 But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
 Do you? Do you? Do you?