Dyslexic Heart

Paul Westerberg

You shoot me glances and they`re so hard to read

I misconstrue what you mean

Slip me a napkin and now that you start

Is this your name or a doctor`s eye chart?



I try and comprehend you but I got a dyslexic heart

I ain`t dying to offend you, I got a dyslexic heart



Thanks for the book, now my table is ready

Is this a library or bar?

Between the covers I thought you were ready

A half-angel, half-tart



Do I read you correctly, lead me directly

Help me with this part

Do I hate you? Do I date you?

Do I got a dyslexic Heart?



You keep swayin`... what are you sayin`?

Thinking `bout stayin`?

Or are you just playing, making passes

Well, my heart could use some glasses