In crowded bars, at subway cars Whenever you are next to me, center of gravity, can't feel both feet on the ground Walking home after dark, past the softball park Whenever you are next to me, center of gravity, can't feel both feet on the ground It's clear to me, according to a rule I learned one day in school Basic geometry: two halves of a circle, you and me It's a familial song we've known so long Your clever cuts into me as long as you're next to me I can't feel both feet on the ground Whenever you are next to me, center of gravity, can't feel both feet on the ground (bop bop ba da ba ba da!)