I can see you out the corner of my eye,
Trying not to look at me.
I don't blame you for thinking that way,
I mean, girl in all black,
She must not be very nice.
That's what you're thinking, isn't it?

And you're also the same guy, I bet,
Who becomes quite interested in what I'm reading.
Don't think I can't see you
Looking over my shoulder,
Trying to read the text.
You think it might be something interesting.
That's what you're thinking, isn't it?

And maybe you'd like to take me out, too,
Since I look so "interesting" to you,
But are intimidated by my looks.
That's what you're thinking, isn't it?

Well, buddy:

I'm not a bad person,
I'm only reading a magazine,
And as long as you look like a nice guy my age,
Yes I will go out with you.
Not much mystery to me now, is there?

-Ariadne