(Verse 1)
We’ve got a secret, a locked-away file
The kind that would make a librarian smile—
Or maybe faint, or call for a priest
Because when the door shuts, we’re unleashing the beast.
It’s not in the manual, it’s not in the guide
It’s the stuff that the neighbors think we’re trying to hide.
We’re breaking the rules of the standard design
In a way that is complicated, weird, and divine.
(Chorus)
Oh, my boo, we’re the kings of the "Wait, can we do that?"
The ones who left the "normal" stuff back at the doormat.
It’s a little bit hush-hush, a little bit "Whoa"
The kind of itinerary most people don't know.
We’re crossing the lines and we’re skipping the queue
Doing all the taboo things with nobody but you.
(Verse 2)
There’s a suitcase involved that isn't for travel
And a knot in a rope that we’ll never unravel.
You’re playing a character, I’m wearing a hat
And we both agree to never, ever speak about that.
It’s a high-altitude, low-gravity vibe
That’s hard for a scientist to even describe.
If the walls had ears, they’d be turning bright red
And moving their mortgage to a different house instead.
(Bridge)
It’s the "Is this legal?" and the "How does this latch?"
The kind of fire that doesn't even need a match.
We’re exploring the map where it says "Here be dragons"
And falling off several metaphorical wagons.
(Chorus)
Oh, my boo, we’re the kings of the "Wait, can we do that?"
The ones who left the "normal" stuff back at the doormat.
It’s a little bit hush-hush, a little bit "Whoa"
The kind of itinerary most people don't know.
We’re crossing the lines and we’re skipping the queue
Doing all the taboo things with nobody but you.
(Outro)
So put on the mask or the boots or the cape
And I’ll get the industrial-strength silver tape.
It’s our little world, and it’s wonderfully strange
Now, pass me that thing... the one that's strange.
