Song Lyrics

Well, Cindy Oleo, the margarine girl
She says to me, "I don't like boys."
I tell her I don't like them either; she tells me I don't understand
So I stand there, and I stand there, yeah, but I guess I didn't know

I didn't know any better; I didn't know she might prefer
I need an answer to my letter, is she really going out with her?

Speaking of, I've got a couple words for the author of the book of love
Never wrote a chapter about this
Now, maybe there were pages I missed, (I'm not that bright)
I know it was a long time ago
As I stare up at her broken window; I turn my back, and I walk home

I didn't know any better; I didn't know she might prefer
I need an answer to my letter, is she really going out with her?

It would be so hard, it would take... take some time, but I've got time
In my mind, I go there sometimes; in my mind, I go there
All this time alone, and I feel fine, I feel fine
All this time alone, and I feel fine, I feel fine
In my mind, in my mind, in my mind, oh, in my mind, my mind, my mind, my mind, my mind, my mind
Guess I didn't know

I didn't know any better; I didn't know she might prefer
I need an answer to my letter, is she really going out with her?
Going out with her?

Bob Whelan, Jeffrey Scott Bluestein

The duration of Coming to Grips is 3:45 minutes and seconds.