I've gotten good at being alone Through the Valentines and the mistletoe (Though I've tried to find my heart's muse)— Oh, that I'll know you when I see you. I've pictured it a thousand times, My hands have run the length of your spine, Down to your thighs, to your glass shoe... Oh, that I'll know you when I see you. So, shine sun, shine And burn brighter than the others So that I might see your brand of beam And want another and another. I cannot call your name Because I don't know who I'm calling too... Oh, that I'll know you when I see you. It's not that I have never loved, It's that my timing has been a victim Of the Winds of Change—My, how they blew. Oh, that I'll know you when I see you. So, to My Love I haven't met, Where for art though Juliet— You see, I switched the lines But the play reads true. Oh, that I'll know you when I see you. So, shine sun, shine And burn brighter than the others So that I might see your brand of beam And want another and another. I cannot call your name Because I don't know who I'm calling too... Oh, that I'll know you when I see you.