Don't you wanna end up with this mister? He is just being nice with his kisses and he Thinks you're not one of the smart ones Say it darling Doesn't
Moving sideways through the sold photo Slow figures flashing on tiptoe Crashing cars on a blue tableau Goes to show it wasn't everywhere No one steering
He tries to see, although he can't He tries, but doesn't understand He calls on a different phone-line No one that he knows An out of focus acquaintance
I can't see In the flicker-light's quiet frequency I was briefly interrupted by the sound Of your voice Now I can see Why you turned away in disbelief
no risk, no fun I'm here, you're gone I'm cool, you're hot I love you not Don't say a word Unless you're heard I know I hate to see you rude I think
He says to her, "There's a woman in the upstairs window" She turns and looks The blurred image of the echo fades away As the silhouette set She's smoking
She fills the rich kitsch niche where she sits Making chit-chat, this and that, from the bits Consumed, perfumed, detracts the room despite Glowing,
I run as fast as I can To get a ride To ride on this wave is all I dream of I want to catch up with the distant sight I create my speed the way I breathe
We stepped out of the brittle frame And I heard her as she came Through the city-streets And the lavish lover-suites Man standing next to man He's alone
Turn baby, turn You've got the feeling for it I'm the music Dance with me, sway Are you ready for me? Take a chance on me. Turn baby, turn You've got
The pulsing of the flare reflected in the air Stick-stuck goggles deflecting the stare Underground, overdrive Countdown, take off We're gone, they're
Don't you wanna end up with this mister? Ah He is just being nice with his kisses and he Thinks you're not one of the smart ones say it sexy Doesn't seem
He tries to see, although he can't He tries, but doesn't understand He calls on a different phone line No one that he knows An out of focus acquaintance
I can't see In the flicker light's quiet frequency I was briefly interrupted by the sound Of your voice Now I can see Why you turned away in disbelief
No risk, no fun I'm here, you're gone I'm cool, you're hot I love you not Don't say a word Unless you're heard I know, I hate To see you rude I think
He says to her, "There's a woman in the upstairs window" The blurred image of the echo fades away She turns and looks As the silhouette set She's smoking
She fills the rich kitsch niche where she sits Making chit-chat, this and that, from the bits Consumed, perfumed, detracts the room despite Glowing, knowing
