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 got to 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

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'll 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

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