Think about that tape you made meCalled me from the house showListen to the moment you said yesThrough your Motorola flip phoneYou had one too manyPut your hands on me in publicLet your friends see how you feelDespite your growing up real CatholicI don't think that you're a creepBut I know that you doPut on my best shoes for your friends from grad schoolYou didn't mention where we metYou say you're proud of me until they find out just how old I amYou don't think that you're a creepBut you know that they doWe were getting along just fine until you got that interviewAt Goldman Sachs you noticed the weird wayI started looking at youYou don't think that you're a creepBut you know that I do