Texty: Beck. The Information. Think I'm In Love.

I really think I better get a hold of myself
Don't wanna let the night get ahead of myself
Whisperin' her love through a smoke ring smile
She doesn't know what happens when she's around

I think I'm in love
But it makes me kinda nervous to say so
I think I'm in love
But it makes me kinda nervous to say so

Probably lay my head on a wooden floor
Tell her I was tired from working the store
Counting all the cash from an old shoe box
Saving up to buy her something she wants

I think I'm in love
But it makes me kinda nervous to say so
I think I'm in love
But it makes me kinda nervous to say so

What if it's wrong?
What if it's wrong to pray in vain?
What does it mean
To fake your death? To wake up tainted?

Take a little picture in a photo booth
Keep it in a locket and I think of you
Both of our pictures, face to face
Take off your necklace and throw it away

I think I'm in love
But it makes me kinda nervous to say so
I think I'm in love
But it makes me kinda nervous to say so

Really think I better get a hold of myself
Don't wanna let the night get ahead of myself
Whisperin' her love through a smoke ring smile
She doesn't know what happens when she's around

I think I'm in love, think I'm in love
Think I'm in love, think I'm in love
Think I'm in love, think I'm in love
Think I'm in love, think I'm in love