what gives?
when i try to make myself clear
and send a few notes for you to hear
you dissappear ear-to-ear in a world
that unfurled leaves unwhirled your gaping heart

on pins and needles, shatters and breaks
like a hurried love scene on a second take
second date left the butterflies under your skin
slick smitty's let himself in but apart

from the start and the art
there's a mark on the soul, it's a hole that you're headed fast for
you can't take no more yet you still adore
so i unleash everything i had in store

and the floodgates pour and your heart stands torn
and we spill our guts right out on the floor
but that's when i swing and the mood ring sings
and i tell my tired sorry self


that it's not my place to tamper
no it ain't my place to tamper
no it's not my place to tamper
so why...
why... do i try


what now
i try to let myself by
get my fix up feeling all superfly
but who am i to say who i am today
or if you stay for a day what may or not

be can't explain why i say what i do
or i do what i say but it's not for a lay
but for a lady miss cady that i'm putting this out
why i shout what i doubt but you are not

free all i know is that i know nothing
but the fact of the matter is that that's still something
so we prop ourselves up with another crutch
it's ain't much but it's sutch that soon we're dining dutch

but then you see him once more and your heart stands torn
and you both spill your guts right out on the floor
that's when i find myself swingin' and the mood ring singin'
and i tell my tired sorry self


that it's not my place to tamper
no it ain't my place to tamper
no it's not my place to tamper
so why...
why... do i try


oh when i
hear you tell of how he gives you hell
my temperment flares and i wish i was there
to tell him where he can now find his air
and then take your hand and say how i care

because i'll never really know unless i try
and you're a heart-shaped box with a lullaby and even a
blind man could see that there's someting there
in this magical musical love affair


but it's not my place to tamper
no it ain't my place to tamper
no it's not my place to tamper
so why...
why...
but it's not my place to tamper
no it ain't my place to tamper
no it's not my place to tamper
so why...
why... why don't i try


because i'll never really know unless i try
and you're a heart-shaped box with a lullaby and even a
blind man could see that there's someting there
in this magical musical love affair