Ultimate Falsetto Book

Well, she kinda-sorta knows my name and
 And I kinda-sorta know hers too
 And she kinda-sorta looks so beautiful
 And she kinda-sorta knows it's true
 And I kinda don't know what she's thinking
 And I kinda-sorta just don't care
 And I kinda-sorta feel like sinking
 When I kinda-sorta catch her stare
 And I take comfort in knowing
 That I'll never know the consequence
 And I guess I'll just keep on walking
 Until the transit brings her back again
 Well, she kinda takes away the feeling
 Of my kinda-sorta loneliness
 And she kinda-sorta just does something
 And I kinda-sorta must confess
 That I kinda really like this feeling
 When I kinda think she's thinking of me
 And I kinda like the warmth that she brings
 When she's kinda sorta in my dreams
 And I take comfort in knowing
 That I'll never know the consequence
 And I guess I'll just keep on walking
 Until the transit brings her back again
 And I take comfort in knowing that
 I'll never know that she doesn't care
 Ooh
 And I kinda don't know what she's thinking
 And I kinda-sorta just don't care
 And I kinda-sorta feel like sinking
 When I kinda-sorta catch her stare
 And I take comfort in knowing
 That I'll never know the consequence
 And I guess I'll just keep on walking
 Until the transit brings her back again
 Oh
 And I kinda don't know what she's thinking
 And I kinda-sorta just don't care