And I'm not the judge Or the referee And I can't accept Because I am up-tight
And the smoke-screen to my eyes are burning My concern is I just might give you life
And I can't relate to the hypnotist And I get close, cause the plastic wrap
And I want to have kids But their father's up inside The distance between us on my mind
Up untill now things have been fine Temporarily You're cute But the circumstance's changed Your substitution, method crutch Your whole, protection from your pain This presentation of my ploy Is to change my cellophane boy
Ah, but it's not the 70's Let your future fly with me
Up until now things have been fine Temporarily You're cute But the circumstance's changes Your substitution, method crutch Your whole protection from your pain This presentation of my ploy Is to change my cellophane boy And I want your heaven to be Your martyr and your refugee