I see you getting fit, I can't make sense of it At night you roll up your jeans and pull on your velveteen Tonight you're on the stairs, what are you doing there? Take off your leather jean and down the baluster you slide Who is she? Because I know that it can't be me Who is she? Because I know that it can't be A closet full of lace, acquired recently Who am I to debase in this economy? Is she a perfect ten? Have you found Christ again? Then tell me you don't have time to go up to him and vanish in the night Who is she? Because I know that it can't be me Who is she? Because I know that it can't be You fell away and I know where it all pours down You hesitate, mint and charade And I fall to the bottom, the bottom again We used to tell each other everything And now we're passing shapes in your heart We used to tell each other all the lies And in a fairly simple way Whatever gets you through the night Who is she? Because I know that it can't be me Who is she? Because I know that it can't be me Who is she? Because I know that it can't be me I know that it can't be me I know that it can't be I know that it can't be I know that it can't be