Clear Your Search History

I want to open your mind

To the thought that counts

I want to kill all your time

And be the benefit of your doubt

I’ll judge your book’s cover later

When we’ve made all our revisions

I want to be the common denominator

In all your big decisions

I’m gonna rack your brains

You’d better clear your search history

Because I want you to remain

A mystery to me

I want to crack your case

When it’s on thin ice

We’re on a first name basis

So first name your price

I want to thicken your plot

And be the stick in your mud

I want to see us get caught

Sledding on our Rosebud 

I’m gonna rack your brains

You’d better clear your search history

Because I want you to remain

A mystery to me

Won’t you be my project now

For show and tell

I want to check you out

Of the Heartbreak Hotel

But if you won’t be my Mrs.

Then you won’t be missed

I’ll just kick your love right off

Of my bucket list

I’m gonna rack your brains

You’d better clear your search history

Because I want you to remain

A mystery to me

You’re the front row seat

That I sit on to watch myself pray

I want liberal media elites

To be biased against all who say

That our love is just a phase

In the flower power life you lead

Then to shower you with praise

Because God knows a shower is exactly what you need