:: Lyric ::

Is everything a baited hook? And are there locks on all doors? If you're looking for an open book Look no further, I am yours You're an exception to the rule You're a bonafide rarity You're all I ever wanted... Could you want me? So come outside and walk with me We'll try each other on to see if we fit And with our roots, become a tree To shade what we make, under it You're an exception to the rule...