Interpret:

White Stripes, The

Album:

Life on the Flipsides

Well, look me over closely 
Tell me what you see


The lady likes to look her best 
Before she pours the tea 
You see a diamond-studded gown 
That makes the evening sun go down


Oh, look me over closely 
Tell me what you find 
But don't be over anxious 
Because I'm not the marrying kind


I'm a port in a storm 
You will harbor where it's warm 
In my arms you will hide 
From the great big world outside


Oh but oh, when you come and see me 
Don't try to change my ways 
Now you have a part within my heart 
And there you'll always stay


There's room for all, not for all 
But don't blame me if you fall 
So look me over closely 
And then make up your mind


But darling, please remember this 
I'm holding you before we kiss 
So look me over closely 
Because I may be the marrying kind


I don't think so 
But I just may be the marrying kind 
Oh, well, I may be the marrying kind 
Ohh