Open Book

She's writing, she's writing She's writing a novel She writing, she's weaving Conceiving a plot It quickens, it thickens You can't put it down now It takes you, it shakes you It makes you lose your thought But you're caught in your own glory You are believing your own stories Writing your own headlines Ignoring your own deadlines But now you've gotta write that all again You think she's an open book But you don't know which page to turn to, do you? You think she's an open book But you don't know which page to turn to, do you? Do you? do you? You want her, confront her Just open your window Unbold it unlock it Unfasten your latch You want it, confront it Just open your window All you really have to do is ask But you're caught on your glory You are believing your own stories Timing your contractions Inventing small contraptions That roll across your polished hard wood floors You think she's an open book But you don't know which page to turn to, do you? You think she's an open book But you don't know which page to turn to, do you? Do you? do you?