I said
Well I was wondering if you think that we could share a cup
But what I really meant was
I hope that we’ll be having breakfast when the sun comes up
You got to read the subtitles if you wanna know the flick
You got to pay more attention to the rhetoric
You got to read

I said
Well I was wishing you could tell me all about yourself
But what I really meant was
I want permission just to hit you there below the belt
You got to read the subtitles if you wanna know the piece
You got to pay more attention to the subtleties
You got to read

Well I could mention in French if you wish
That if love is a restaurant you’re my dish
Saying goodnight just ain’t right, there’s no way
Unless saying means whispering and goodnight means stay

You said
Well you were thinking it’d be nice if we could stay in touch
But what you really meant was
You want me badly as the daddy in your Brady Bunch
I better read the subtitles if I wanna get it straight
’Cause by the time the picket fence goes up it’s too late
I got to

Je peux parler en Français si tu veux
And if you don’t understand me, plus mieux
See, the language of love ain’t above being plied
By a temporary husband on his temporary bride

You know what?
I’m getting tired of repeating what you want to hear
So what I’m gonna do is
Lean across the table, whisper something nasty in your ear
Girl we don’t need the subtitles if you wanna know the score
You got to pay less attention to the metaphor
Don’t need to read
Don’t need to heed
No indeed