The camera pans the cocktail glass, Behind a blind of plastic plants; I found the lady with the fat diamond ring. Then you know I can't remember a damn thing.
I think it's one of those de ja vu things, Or a dream that's tryin' to tell me something. Or will I ever stop thinkin' about it. I don't know, I doubt it.
Subterranean by design, I wonder what I would find if I met you, Let my eyes caress you, Until I meet the thought of Missess Princess Who?
Often wonder what makes her work. I guess I'll leave that question to the experts, Assuming that there are some out there. They're probably alone, solitaire.
I can remember when I caught up With a pastime intimate friend. She said, "Bet you're probably gonna say I look lovely, But you probably don't think nothin' of me."
She was right, though, I can't lie. She's just one of those corners in my mind, And I just put her right back with the rest. That's the way it goes, I guess.
Baby you send me Set adrift on memory bliss of you
Careless whisper from a careless man, A neutron dance for a neutron fan; Marionette strings are dangerous things, I thought of all the trouble they bring.
An eye for an eye, a spy for a spy, Rubber bands expand in a frustrating sigh. Tell me that she's not dreaming. She's got an ace in the hole,
It doesn't have meaning. Reality used to be a friend of mine, 'Cause complete control, I don't take too kind. Christina Applegate, you gotta put me on.
Guess who's piece of the cake is Jack gone? She broke her wishbone and wished for a sign. I told her whispers in my heart were fine. What did she think she could do?
I feel for her, I really do. And I stared at the ring finger on her hand, I wanted her to be a big PM Dawn fan, But I had to put her right back with the rest. That's the way it goes, I guess.
Baby you send me Set adrift on memory bliss of you