I woke up this morning
With a funny taste in my head
Spackled some butter
Over my whole grain bread

Something tastes different
Maybe it's my tongue
Something tastes different
Suddenly I'm not so young

I'm just a stranger, even to myself
A re-arranger of the proverbial bookshelf
Don't be a fool girl, tell him you love him
Don't be a fool girl, you're not above him

I never thought I could love anyone but myself
Now I know I can't love anyone but you
You make me think that maybe I won't die alone
Maybe I won't die alone