Man was never meant to flowSo we fly, we drive, we take a boatYou'll meet someone eventuallyAnd you'll tell me I'm wrong when you walk your feetDon't touch the streetI consider myself an intelligent guyBut I'd love to be wrongIn this opinionIn this opinion of mineI'll meet the perfect womanAnd I'll just sit at home while she does fine cookingYou're so fineThis lover of mineRelax, my dearPour yourself some wineI consider myself an intelligent guyBut I'd love to be wrongIn this opinion of mineI consider myself an intelligent guyBut I'd love to be wrongIn this opinion of mineThis opinion of mineThis opinion of mineThis opinion of mineThis opinion of mine
