I can't read your mind
I can't read your book
And you might find
If you take a look
That I've left behind
All the years it took
I can't read your mind
I'm gonna read your book
I can't read your mind
I can't read your book
I don't have the time
So I'm off the hook
I don't want to grind
I want crispy duck
and I might go blind
If I try to cook