You've got me running on the ceiling, bouncing of the walls. I've got this feeling for you girl I can't control at all.
But if you think that I would risk it all and drop the ball, then you must know me better than I know myself at all.
I see your face although you play the role of best friend. I see your face on other faces it's shape shifting that makes forget that I even have a face at all. But I'm just right up on cloud 9, reverse it 6 feet tall.

Chorus: Shake, shake, shape shift and shake.

I'm walking passed you like I won't give you a second look, perhaps I'm sitting with my mustache buried in a book.
But don't just act like my intentions are mistook, I'll win that purple flannel over with this catchy hook.
I see your face but there's a few more things I'd like to see. I'd like to see what's crammed inside your little skinny jeans. I'd like to see you like the girls in 'Nylon' magazine. 'P' 'L' 'E' 'A' 'S' and 'E', take it to the chorus with me.

Now you may be a figment, or imaginary, but haven't you noticed you're the only thing I've ever checked out in that god damn library?