Readymade

She's readymade, made to order
Made to make you think twice
About what she says she really loves, WAIT -
No, what she positively likes
Unequivocally sure of momentary thought
Like a vacillating story strewn with incongruent thoughts
Nothing's for sure, nothing's nailed down in its place
But that won't stop me from chasing this line of thought
To eventually retrace the perfectly logical explanation behind
What seems to be so obviously clear in her mind
CHORUS:
Everything is a contextual thing
Nothing has meaning unframed
Everything is a contextual thing
Who knows what she means...
Frustrating, captivating, consequently agitating
I'm hoodwinked, bamboozled again
But it's all part of the dance
I tiptoe, rock step, repeat
I'm doing my best to anticipate her moves
But I always seem to be behind the beat
And stepping on her feet
Everything is a contextual thing
Nothing has meaning unframed
Everything is a contextual thing
Who knows what she means...
But I need you to know
I wouldn't change a thing
Everything is a contextual thing
Nothing has meaning unframed
Everything is a contextual thing
Who knows what she means...