Clean

Today, everything was fine Until roundabout, quarter to nine I suddenly found myself in a bind Was it something I said? Something I read and manifested that's getting you down Don't you dare come to bed with that ambiguous look in your eye I'd sooner sleep by an open fire and wake up fried Say what you will Say what you mean You could never offend Your dirty words come out clean Tomorrow, what price will I pay? Could I make it all up to you by serving coffee for two in bed? Would you then gimme the time of day? I need a map of your head Translated into English So I can learn not to make you frown You'd feel better if you'd vent Put your frustrations into four letter words And let them out on mine The most weathered ears in town So say what you will Say what you mean You could never offend Your dirty words come out clean --- Clean - Incubus