Platonically Pleasing

I never met someone like you
Never talked to someone who talks the way you do
Without being scared, of acting a fool.

(dadadei, dadadei.)

I felt your skin under my lingering touch
You draw with your words like an artist does

And then you talk to me talk to me talk to me.
Like lovers do, oh
And then you're touching me touching me touching me.
Like a lover would do
But I know you don't mean it,
Cause I don't look like the other girls
Straight out the magazine

And yes I know, i am not what you're looking for
But it's not your fault and neither it's mine, mmh

But I still, I do do do still feel your hands

Randomly touching my shoulders
Randomly touching my hair
Radomly touching my fingers
And i'm randomly catching you stare.

You're randomly touching my shoulders
You're randomly touching my hair
You're randomly touching my fingers
And i'm randomly catching you stare.

In Those small moments
I see me as
I see me as,
The other girls, those beauty queens,
Straight out the magazines

Oh, Who knows who knows who knows
What you're thinking about, Baby