Ultimate Falsetto Book

Well, she kinda-sorta knows my name and
And I kinda-sorta know hers too
And she kinda-sorta looks so beautiful
And she kinda-sorta knows it's true

And I kinda don't know what she's thinking
And I kinda-sorta just don't care

And I kinda-sorta feel like sinking
When I kinda-sorta catch her stare
And I take comfort in knowing
That I'll never know the consequence

And I guess I'll just keep on walking
Until the transit brings her back again

Well, she kinda takes away the feeling
Of my kinda-sorta loneliness
And she kinda-sorta just does something
And I kinda-sorta must confess

That I kinda really like this feeling
When I kinda think she's thinking of me
And I kinda like the warmth that she brings
When she's kinda sorta in my dreams

And I take comfort in knowing
That I'll never know the consequence

And I guess I'll just keep on walking
Until the transit brings her back again

And I take comfort in knowing that
I'll never know that she doesn't care

Ooh

And I kinda don't know what she's thinking
And I kinda-sorta just don't care
And I kinda-sorta feel like sinking
When I kinda-sorta catch her stare

And I take comfort in knowing
That I'll never know the consequence
And I guess I'll just keep on walking
Until the transit brings her back again

Oh

And I kinda don't know what she's thinking
And I kinda-sorta just don't care