She floored me with her attempts   To restrain her hands but she's a mechanic   And I've been known to become a machine   If the lights grow dim   I began to pray for rain   Hoping this machine would rust   Do you think that we'll fall in love   We'll just fall in love   We'll be more than friends   We'll be everything   No oil spilled, no gaskets burst   But the mechanic didn't even use her tools   Tears of failure streaming down a face   Worthy of paint, a frame, and the Lourve   Left me pondering the importance of flesh   Do you think that we'll fall in love   We'll just fall in love   We'll be more than friends   We'll be everything   More than friends we'll be…   Everthing