Don't Respond, She Can Tell

I cross the room like a dancing architect
 A daddy waltz on the tops of my shoes
 A dealer in women's short attentions
 I'll have a cousin who grew up in the same town as you
 I'll joke around with an unloaded weapon
 You drink until it's in line with your taste
 Look out the window, they're burning the ricefields
 I'll run for office some time
 People's choice, foe of waste
 Maybe I say the dull things I say
 Maybe they reach her through the air
 Maybe I'm thinking of it as a task
 Maybe it really is a task, and I'm not up to the task
 Maybe the answer is don't ask
 Don't respond, she can tell
 Don't respond, she can tell
 Don't respond, she can tell
 Don't respond, she can tell
 Be prepared to play down first impressions
 Respect the weight of the sounds in the room
 Be on the prowl for a thoughtful provider
 I'll hate for not giving me even more
 Love in bloom
 Maybe I see the things I look at
 Maybe I look right past what's wrong
 Maybe she thinks in terms of sets of boys
 Maybe she knows the set of boys, and I'm not in the set of boys
 Maybe the signal is the noise
 Don't respond, she can tell
 Don't respond, she can tell
 Don't respond, she can tell
 Don't respond, she can tell