Eh yea-hey
Yeah hey hey hey yeah

My good friend...I'll call 'im Nate
He said "You gotta be...my work party date."
Wasn't black tie--so I said "Okay."
I'm his last chance girlfriend, he's NOT my soul mate
Our love is platonic
Least I think...

Soon as we arrived
Moved in FOR a kiss
When I met his boss
Called me his "Little Miss"
When he grabbed my ass
Had him talk to my fist
Then he said I send
Mixed signals

My attorney Dan...was a decent guy
We shared a CAB one day...I barely brushed his thigh-igh
I’sent him home TO his wife, that fate-ful night
She called at two A.M. and said
"My man you'd entice?"
I said, "No, it's platonic!
Least I think..."

The next day-ee-ay
Danny called my phone
Said "I'm fin'ly free
Where can we be a-lone?"
Said, "Go find your wife
Hope she'll let you come home!"
And he said I sent
Mixed signals

Some men have a funny way
Of thinking I want them when I say "How are you today?"
Or, "Hey Stan, have a goodni-ight."
Those men have a funny way
Of checking me out when
I swear there's no vibe at all
It's suddenly "Meet me at my pla-ace."

Well I met Sam...on a clumsy blind date
He gave eh-eh-eh-vry sign...that he thought I was great
I felt MY stomach swoon when he shared HIS butter knife
I thought "This is the man of my dreams."
Until HE called me LAT-er that night
"Hey, we could be platonic...don't you think?"
He wants to BE platonic???
I felt my face going pink

In my heh-ee-ead
Saw our wedding day
But I'm not a Bride
Just a game that he'd played
Now I've paid the price
'Cause my heart he did break
Oh why do men send...
Mixed signals?

Oh yeah, well men have a funny way—misreading me and you
And yeah, Love has a funny, funny way of striking me out
Striking me out