A mustard seed is (has been said) All that men will need A filthy boy in a Bowery lane Under the times in a drowning rain Stealing bits of sleep again Has heard this common creed Grows into the tallest tree To cool down the sinner's heat I know this man,

You're too cool to love me, you're too cool to love me back You said it before, you said it before You're too cool to love me, you're too cool, I don't need that When all I gotta do is walk away Then I know I'll feel better You're too cool to love me,

'Cause I know that it's delicate (delicate) 'Cause I like you Yeah, I want you Is it cool that I said all that? Is it chill that you're in my head? Is it cool that I said all that Is it too soon to do this yet? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it?