Dyslexia

Sometimes I see things right to left
And I know that's not right at all
But since I bumped into you
I bump into walls

And no one knows what's wrong with me
They think that I got dropsie

Is this love?
Or is dyslexia?
Dyslexia
Dyslexia

I've got these glasses, thick and green
Just like the bottoms of coke bottles
I stumble round my house
So strange to me

Sometimes my world goes upside down
Sometimes I see things backwards
But since I bumped into you
I bump into walls

And no one knows what's wrong with me
They think that I got dropsie

Is this love?
Or is dyslexia?
Dyslexia
Dyslexia

I've got these glasses, real thick and green
Just like the bottoms of coke bottles
I stumble round my house
So strange to me

Sometimes my world goes upside down
Sometimes I see things backwards
But since I bumped into you
I bump into walls

And no one knows what's wrong with me
They think that I got dropsie