It’s a little dreary outside
And we’ve really got to talk
Because I’m not so sure about
The party tonight
I knew seeing you with him
Would drive me mad
But I had to humor you this time
And even when you look to me
To look at you and tell you
How much I’m falling apart
On the inside

You don’t
Need to know
It will only rush things
Best moved slow
We’d best move slow
You’ve got to know
I know you’ve got to know

And it’s a little dreary outside
We have really got to talk